Race Ethnicity Color
A "wRECk" designed to confuse, alienate and divide the one race
that truely exists
The human race
I am seen as in between
So as I check myself into a box marked Hispanic
I frantically analyze and single-handedly deny 1/4 of my body that is what
was at one point 3/5 of a man
Yes I panic
Because the box marked Black also reads Non-Hispanic
What do I do
I cannot uncomplicate my arrow-tipped, salsa dipped, chocolate chipped
existance by simply checking "Other"
Damn I hate the census
I cannot deny my heritage or the fact that my daddy was half Black and my
mama's Boriqua and my great grandma was a direct descendant of the
Cherokee Indians
The fact is, we all have something inside of us other then what we check off
in the box
Im glad I know who I am
I am the African who was brought from my homeland on a boat drenched in
blood sweat tears urine shit spit dreams hopes aspirations fears death
disease hatred ignorance ignorance ignorance ignorance...
I am the "slave" who walked an underground railroad to escape
beathings rapes lynches lashings cotton fields housework babysitting being
sold like I was an old dusty object nobody wanted
Just because my skin is brown doesnt mean im dirty
I am the Native who walked miles and miles down a trail of tears when they
took my land raped my women killed my children humiliated my race took
advantage of my kindness put me on a reservation and had the audacity to
call me uncivilized when they were the animals
I am the "Indian" who was forced to worship their God, procriate
their way
And dare I say it
Take orders form a muthafucka who accidently discovered a land I already
knew existed
This is my existance
I lived it
I was forced to come here
When I was an African
I was forced to make room for you
When I was a Native American
And now you force me to deny me
To deny my minority rule and simplt take the majority
Force me to check my existance for your census
Its senseless
I cant check my existance into a box marked "Other"
This is me thinking outside the box
I am like no other
I am the very first slave uprising
I am the very first Indian revolt
I am the revolution
I will not be televised or publicized
Its the fist in the air havin nappy afro pickin revolution rhetoric spittin
black power shoutin 1/4 of a person in me that you dont see that makes me
think outside that box you've set up for me
Its the feathered band buffalo skinned pant rain dance uncivilized man in me
that makes you feel the need to make me narrow-mindedly narrow myself down
to a single race in a single box
How...
Yea how
I was just chillin smokin the peace pipe and here you muthafuckas come
blowin up my spot
Dont ask me what my name is again
I told you before it was Kunta
Kunta Kinte
As in I cant take the way you mf's came to my land and made me work on
land that wasnt yours to begin with because you was to lazy to do what the
Natives showed you how to do yourselves
See
This is what makes me
This shit right here
The rage frustration and anger I fear will cause me to check one box
someday
That will be the day
The day I think inside your box will be the day "I Think" will
end.






 
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