A Different Black

Black people

There are only two words that I could think

Gangs, Traditional, Rappers, Hip-hop, R&B, and basketball players 

There are different groups that they are

And there are different things that they like

Except me

I would like to ask you,

Am I a boy who is the hip hop type

A boy who has R&B taste

A boy who is part of the gangs

A traditional boy

A boy who is a rapper

A boy who is a basketball player

The answer is

This is not me

This is different

A boy who is a black sheep of the community

A boy who loves arts

A boy who is on the right side of the brain

I became the victim of their melancholic shadows

That is consuming me

Like there are ghosts

That haunts me

As I roamed in the shadows

I started to question myself,  

“Is different a good word?

Or is it just a metaphor?”

Until I stopped with an answer,

“Maybe I am just a myth

Maybe I am alone

Maybe I am just a different boy

A different black."