klabarron
11-29-2001, 12:37 PM
What is the madness?
Why does this socially forced folly exist?
Why is it a precipitous duality reigns in my soul?
The three-piece suit promotes the boardroom façade.
If I suited my black leather you dismiss me from the room.
My hair I permed, and even cut it off.
If I appeared with my Afro,
I’d be reduced to serving your coffee.
Enunciate. Pronounce. I am well-versed and well read.
But I’d be ignorant if I switched
Catcher and Rye for Rosewood.
Bach, Tchaikovsky, Candid, the bassoon.
If I groove to Marvin Gay, I am uncultured and crude.
Shakespeare, The Classics, A Mid-Summer Night’s Dream.
If I know more of you and less me,
I’m accepted, or so it seems.
If I want success, my color I must change.
A forced assimilation to this world;
Integrated, yet Caucasian framed.
I can’t be too black. I must be mostly white.
I must live on the right side of town.
If my color I must deny; my heritage I cannot claim.
I now question your success, your adulation and your fame.
The Chameleons cry from a self-realized soul…
"I am a Black Man ‘til the day I die!"
61
Excerpts from "A Winter's Soulstice". Copyright 2001.
Why does this socially forced folly exist?
Why is it a precipitous duality reigns in my soul?
The three-piece suit promotes the boardroom façade.
If I suited my black leather you dismiss me from the room.
My hair I permed, and even cut it off.
If I appeared with my Afro,
I’d be reduced to serving your coffee.
Enunciate. Pronounce. I am well-versed and well read.
But I’d be ignorant if I switched
Catcher and Rye for Rosewood.
Bach, Tchaikovsky, Candid, the bassoon.
If I groove to Marvin Gay, I am uncultured and crude.
Shakespeare, The Classics, A Mid-Summer Night’s Dream.
If I know more of you and less me,
I’m accepted, or so it seems.
If I want success, my color I must change.
A forced assimilation to this world;
Integrated, yet Caucasian framed.
I can’t be too black. I must be mostly white.
I must live on the right side of town.
If my color I must deny; my heritage I cannot claim.
I now question your success, your adulation and your fame.
The Chameleons cry from a self-realized soul…
"I am a Black Man ‘til the day I die!"
61
Excerpts from "A Winter's Soulstice". Copyright 2001.