I’m angry!
I’m angry at the fact that
just because I’m black
I am expected to act a certain way.
You know walk with a sway,
yell out yes slay!
Well let me tell you the way,
the way I see it

I’m angry because if I use the word gargantuan,
instead of big as heck, it’s a shock.
or if I raise my hand to answer a question,
I’m no longer the coolest kid on the block.
or if I open my mouth,
I’m expected to say something incorrect.
Well let me be direct.
Don’t worry ill show respect.
Even though that’s not what you expect.
Should I use a typical black person’s dialect?

It don’t pay me no nevamind.
Meaning I don’t care.
I don’t care that you expect my hair
to be just as wild and uncared for.
For the way you look at me dumbfounded
when I walk past.
Oh, that’s because you saw a black girl
walk past with class.
That ain’t never bother me.
Ain’t, is that correct?
Oh yeah, that’s right I was using a typical black persons dialect.

On social media I may get blocked.
You know blocks right?
It’s where you expect all of us to hang and
yell out gang gang.
Living the life, doing the thuggish thang.
All of us talk with a twang and
we’re dumb.
We don’t have a brain.

We’re beneath you
remember? Under your shoe
like a needle sticking through.
Reminding you that we’re still here.
The world is changing.
Things are rearranging and
we’re gaining the knowledge.
You know the knowledge that you think we don’t have.

Wait pause, let’s go back and repeat that track.
We’re beneath you
remember? Under your shoe
like a needle sticking through.
Reminding you that we’re still here.
The world is changing
Using the knowledge that we’ve had.
The knowledge that we’ve gained
from all the pain you’ve caused.
You notice that things are rearranging.

Alright, let’s stop joking around.
This can’t be possible.
It’s not probable.
Let’s rewind it back
I never wrote this poem because
I lack, lack the ability to do so.
Remember? I’m black.