by Nakia O. Mothershed

Why must you always pull my card
But when I ask you what blackness means you look stupefied
Is blackness what I eat?
Or is it a state of mental hunger
that is only quenched by intellectual enlightenment
Tell me is blackness ebonicly speaking
Or is it phonetically sound
Is blackness killing someone who looks like me?
I'm asking you since you pulled my black membership card
Tell me what the terms of this membership entails
Shouldn't the color of my skin suffice
Must I tell you many times my ancestors were raped
Or how many times I was called nigga like it was my name
Then will I be black enough for you
Better yet must I fulfill every stereotype
created by the man to convince you of my blackness
I always thought blackness meant respect, love, and prosperity
I thought blackness meant more than being some stereotypical nigga
I though blackness was royalty
and not being content with what society gives you
How did you turn the struggle of the civil right's movement
into some stupid card

Blackness by Nakia O. Mothershed

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