why am i black.
why am i not worthy to have the same things these white people have mom?
— because you’re black sweetheart.
why can’t i wave to the police officer mom?
— because you’re black sweetheart.
why does the police have a gun in my face mom?
— because you’re black sweetheart.
why does that security guard keep following me in the store mom?
— because you’re black sweetheart.
why did that man call me the n word mom?
— because you are black sweetheart.
why did the little girl call me ugly mom?
— because you are black sweetheart.
why does my hair look different from everyone else’s?
— because you are black sweetheart.
why is it, when i speak up, i get called loud and ghetto?
— because you are black sweetheart.
why am i being arrested mom?
— because you’re black sweetheart.
why do i have to live in a broken home mom?
— because you’re black sweetheart.
why does everyone hate me mom?
— because you’re black sweetheart.
why doesn’t anyone take me seriously?
— because you’re black sweetheart.
i don’t want to be black mom.
— but you are black sweetheart.
i don’t want to be scared mom.
— but you are black sweetheart.
i want to give up mom.
— you can’t; you are black sweetheart.
j
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