Poetry explaining how it feels to when people racialy profile you |
Yesterday my friend said I talk like a black girl She said it was funny and cute I laughed, even though it wasn’t funny, I laughed that fake little laugh I always laugh When people say that shit What else could I do, they don’t understand They can’t understand, or at least that’s what mamma used to say Yesterday my friend said I had a black girl booty And black girl lips And I laughed even though it wasnt funny, I laughed that fake little laugh I always laugh When people say that shit But in my head I thought damn, is that all you can see when you look at me Yesterday my cousin called me white wash Cause I talk too much like “them” I laughed even though it wasn’t funny I laughed that same fake little laugh I always laugh When people say that shit But in my head I thought “least I’m not the one with a weave flowing to my hips” Least I don’t wanna be like them so much that I perm and relax my hair cause I think my hair is crap Least I know who I am Or at least I think I do Yesterday my friend called me white wash cause I don’t listen to rap or hip hop I laughed even though it wasn’t funny I laughed that same fake little laugh I always laugh When people say that shit Well excuse me I said to myself But I have a problem with little boys who think they’re men Jumpin around on a stage with their pants half way down their ass Teachin little kids to sing I’m in love with a stripper Yesterday my friend said I talk like a black girl And I didn’t laugh but said no I don’t I don’t talk like anyone but me And she laughed And said "And you talk like a black girl" And I laughed too That same fake little laugh I always laugh When people say that shit But in my head I thought damn, is that all you can see when you look at me |