I am an entity. I am courage. I am love. I am unfinished. I am not your sassy black friend. I am not exotic. I will not spit a rhyme for you. I will not twerk for your amusement. No, you can not touch my hair. You can watch me work twice as hard as my counterparts because this is how I was created. I was born and bred in a white world. My uniform was one of unison, and it was one of self-loathing. The kinks in my hair, and the power of those who paved the way before me, are my reason to succeed. I will no longer smooth out my complexion to suit your ignorance. I am messy. I am unclean. I am damaged. I am fractured, but I will no longer be ashamed. I wear my scars with pride and I will never again be the person in the mirror who conks their locks and who cries because they are not Snow White. Take your anti-frizz, take your flat irons, take your white agenda and leave me the fuck alone. NO, I am not anti-white, but HELL YES I am pro-black. I am the queer with their fist raised out of black love, and out of black pride. Thank you Maya. Thank you Marcus. Thank you Angela. Thank you Sejourner. Thank you Huey. Thank you Martin. And thank you Malcolm. I write this for those who like me, spent 3 hours flattening every bump, every kink and every shred of their dignity to subscribe to a facade. I will no longer shut my mouth. Embracing my blackness, gave me courage that you (yes, you...WHITE PEOPLE) can never take away from me. Hands up. Fists raised. I am power.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
