Category : Poems
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I get that I am your friend
But I don't know if I'm just your nigga.
I don't know what and who I am to you.
There isn't much friendship
When Black has been beaten blue.
Do you really see me?
Do you hear my voice?
You see the world one way,
But I don't have that choice.
I don't want you to not see color.
I need you to acknowledge who I am.
Say it loud, and I mean, every single word:
I am Black.
I am Black no matter if it's easy or akward.
Did you see my black skin
When you made all the jokes
Or during all those good times you remember?
If you only see me when it's convenient
Am I your friend or am I your nigga?