Am I Really Black?
Sometimes other people around the block ask me “What are you?”
At first, I want to respond in a smart-ass way by saying something like,
“Oh, I’m a human, what are YOU?”
But just end up saying, “I’m Black”.
And of course, all the years of questioning has got me questioning,
Am I really Black?
Well, this morning, I decided to moisturize and style my hair with olive oil,
But I’ve always used either relaxers or quick weaves;
The other day, I bought KFC for lunch,
But threw away the bag with the logo and hid the Chicken Little sandwiches in my purse before I went into work.
Whenever one of my white co-workers tells a story, I have to force out a chuckle because I simply cannot relate,
Yet I’m probably the only Black person who thinks that the “Martin” show isn’t that funny.
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