cultural appropriation
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Look at my face
Look at
This
Face
I know her
These thin lips
Small eyes
Large cheeks
My eyelashes are short
But long enough for their purpose
Dear White Women,
Unkempt, dirty, and strange are three words you’re likely to hear when someone is talking about black hair.
Or, instead of talking someone goes straight to walking their hand in it because of its arrogant flare…
Who are you
To criticize her
And wear her clothes
To make fun of her culture
But look in the mirror
And say "it looks good on me"
And wear it the next day, just because you can.
All my life I had to fight
All my life I had to fight
I fought
My family
The people I thought were my friends
Even that fool down the street
Promised Land
it was midnight
on a windswept
friday,
early july,
when i realized
that my entire
nation was
a hand-me-down,
a last-minute
they say that adaptation in its prime is simply
assimilation
or admiration .
but I see things as they are and not for how they will be
and what this is,
what they are-- is damnation.
Being black is amazing
Hair waving, body banging, and never aging.
Everybody wants to be you, until it's time to be you
Who knew?
Listen,
I tell the tale
Of my pain
Of their pain
Do you hear them?
The collective despair
Shared by every woman who is forced
To witness their culture stripped
Only to be sold
If you appreciate my culture,
As much as you claim,
You should know
Your disgusting
Urban Outfitter’s shirt
Desecrates
My God’s name.
A sacred image
Against
It used to be a medium Black culture could disseminate
Preaching bout the muzzle, the struggle, and the abundant hate
Always keepin the guard up in case the police might show up