*just rumbling thoughts that have been floating inside my head* What's up Black? I've been looking high and low for you. You had me wondering where you disappeared to. Were you hiding somewhere deep inside souls of African Americans, still harboring scars from oppression passed down from generations inflicted by egotistical racism and hatred? Were you chained deep within each of us by our own self oppression inflicted by shame? I looked for you in every sun kissed faced and found hints of you hidden dimly in dark eyes focused on designer shoes, gucci bags, guess jeans and other material atrocities. I listened for you in language only to find Americanism at its best. When I thought I found you in a familiar voice I thought I heard you cry when they apologized for having an accent. It was you Black, wasn't it? What happen Black, What's up?