For The Record Poem by kelvin karani

I am not a black man
Stupid with a black religion
Black sacrifices to black gods
Waiting for my time in black hell
To burn as black as black
Maybe even more black than black!

I am not a short black fellow
With overflowing masses of flesh everywhere
Like the waist line of a plump black woman

I am not a black nitwit
For this black education I have received
Has so far enabled me
Too see things in black and white
But more often than not
I see only black!

I am not a black man
From a lack continent
Surrounded by black evils
Black giant satans running a way
From small and human white gods

I am who I am
I am not my color
I am me a human being
Perhaps, more valuable than any other
Because there is no one else like me
And for the record, scarce is precious