On a weekly basis, I am told that I’m not really black, on average 5 times.

But I don't let it get to me.

This past weekend I was told i’m not really black but more English. As if there are no black people that reside under the flag of the queen’s empire.

But I don’t let it get to me

When my siblings and I were young we seldom told that there is a difference between Niggers and black people, and that we were the latter.

But we didn’t let it get to us.

At work, I am told, “it doesn’t seem like you’re into black women”…

But I dont let it get to me.

It doesn’t anger me because it moreso confuses me to what the nature of my black & brown people are. What stories have the world and including myself might have been whispered to me and those who share my pigment.

Does it upset those Anglo Saxon bodies that a people no longer speak like slaves, that they can out dance, verbally & mentally out maneuver them in their invented spaces, is it sexual envy that breaks them as they find their daughters, nieces, moms and aunts have found the land of milk and honey upon us?

These aren’t questions I’m losing sleep to answer but if I were a mayonnaise body, I would definitely be sweating over.

What is the way of my chocolate brothers and sisters, and where is it that we will be at the end of the day?

The more I hear, the more I shovel dirt over nonsensical sayings. I’m aware that I can burn down cities with my tongue if I so choose, and I would adopt quite a bit of childhood fun if I were to do so. Yet, the most romantic feature of being a warrior is the tactics in which a fighter adopts to carry on endless battles.

I don’t search for pity.

As i’m frighteningly aware of how important suffering is for every human. It is the seed of strength & evolution if you ask me.

Maybe I just wish for humans to find more original ways to say what they intend. Maybe, just compliment my command of the English language, good posture and business acumen…instead of denoucing an entire people to “stupid”….that’ll do wonders.

As the levels of this conversations are thicker than old world Italian lasagna, I don’t have all the answers. Personal introspection would be a good start for some, maybe for all. We could all use a personal deep dive from time to time.

Iono…..

What is it to be a color anyway?

I’m as black as they come!