Saturday, November 29, 2008

Black

I am pissed at labels.
I’m sixth generation American,
But stats say you’re fourth generation,
Does this make me more American?

D.A.R. stopped counting generations
Either you go back to 1776 or you don’t.
I don’t, but I’ll not be an African American.
Ever meet a European American?

If you need to reject me try chocolate, tan or brown.
My friend from South Africa, a white Jew,
Is an African American.

Isn’t it time to stop being exotic?
I’m not Nat Turner or Martin Luther King,
Your not Abe Lincoln or Alexander.

I’d like a shot at the brass ring,
Not your wife.

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