you see, I'm African
they're just black
i work to achieve
their works won't gain that.
i've learned to accept
the things I can not change
they anger and swell
when misspelled their name.
i'm feisty and honest
i test and jest aptitude
they're fresh and rude
to upset neutral mood.
we're all grouped together
the caramel, brown and black
but I'm just African
and no color contains that.
oh, don't forget
the arabs and mixed ones
their African too
but alternate for selective outcomes.
shunned by the sun
blessed by its rays
i walk in the light
and thank God for rainy days
they help me appreciate
and reminisce on beams
truly blessed by melanin
so darkest racism breeds liberating dreams.
the difference is clear
once you hear my heart
i'm nicer than those redbones
and cooler in the dark.
i don't smile at you
if we're not friends
but if I love you
my smiles simply won't end.
so grab your bag
and wait for the next ride
cross the street
so you won't cross my eyes
say mean things
in your native tongue
and i'll still be African
though black you see, now till time is done.
the difference is
i'm Reginald B.
and so much stronger
than the world wanted, -i'm free...
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