I AM I am black. What exactly is that? Black is me. I recite and memorize My identity within the mind- In case my actions should ever contradict… So I could find And with this knowledge verify Exactly who I am. Then act accordingly as a man. (Not just a simple man-no! More than…) To my very core, I am a black man, This is no trained tan- No deceit of skin tone. This is felt in my very BONES. In my soul so abundant, I could telephone Fax…email it. Because this blackness, this- is so real. I feel… So confident. This confidence is common sense No joke and its Logical to cherish this blackness. Widely imitated, Never duplicated. Always complicated By what the media portrays as black (As if they would know) Well I say ***** them, and fu*k that Let's demolish and attack The generalizations they see in their ignorance as fact. Besides There are way too many dimensions of us For them to ever understand. They admire us, sometimes our biggest fans- But they prosecute and hate us too (The government and the Klu Klux Klan) But amidst all the hype and hate I keep a calm mind and face. Eye of the storm- no you can't erase This blackness- it's past, present, and FATE. I am black Black is me This is the basis for my identity. You will NEVER, EVER see Me in any other tint I wouldn't know how to wear it. Wouldn't want to.