Dear white boy that sits behind black girl in math class

Dear white boy that sits behind black girl in math class

By: Amel Jones

Dear white boy that sits behind black girl in math class,

I am not sorry.

No i will not move over

No i will not change seat,  but you can feel free to move

Constantly talking out the side of your paper thin lips

“Omg i can't see past that bush on her head”

But little do you know that this “bush” contains magic

The ability to defy gravity, to shape shift, to sustain hurricane winds and not a curl fall out of place

Dear white boy that sits behind black girl in math class,

No i am not sorry

No i will not change my hairstyle

But i will happily tell you what the rest of the problem says on the board

x3-xz4= y

Why can't you just keep your hands to yourself

No you can not touch my hair

For you touching my hair would be like Eve eating the apple from the tree all over again

For you touching my hair would be like Hitler coming into power gain

Like Martin Luther King Jr, never being born

It would bring havoc to this class room because my hair is not just my hair

It is a crown of magnificent glory

It is 18 years in the making

Nature in its purest form

Flowers beg to grow from its roots

So no white boy that sits behind black girl in math class,

I will never be sorry

Or sympathetic

Or apologize for my hair…

Just like you don’t