Black Poetry : You Can't Be Me

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  1. Nappygrl

    Nappygrl Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Let me preface this piece with a little background - I was recently at a local dance club when no less than 3 White women came up to me asking me if I could tell them where they could get their hair cornrowed, how gorgeous my skin was, how they have pretty mixed children from Black men, yadda yadda yadda. On top of that, I watched brothas fawn and paw all over these same White girls the whole night. This seemed very strange to me. I asked myself, why do White girls want to be like Black women so bad yet they benefit from and perpetuate our continued oppression?? And why were my brothas trampling over my beautiful sistas in their stampede to get to these White women??

    You may not agree with me or feel me on this subject, but I feel lead to share my feelings anyway.

    You can’t be me

    You can’t be me
    Cause see my hair is
    NATURALLY
    NAPPY
    Pretty God-given kinks!
    For them I’m
    SHO NUFF
    HAPPY
    Strong
    Like a million black fists
    You don’t know nothin bout this
    Cause see my hair
    NATURALLY KNOWS
    How to look
    FLY IN CORNROWS

    Can’t think of your own style?
    My **** is funkyflyfresh,
    Tryin to be cool like me?
    You just can’t do it chile
    Comin up to me talkin bout
    “Girlll” this and
    “Girrll” that
    You’re not a part of my world
    You’re just too
    .
    .
    .
    .
    .
    .
    flat

    You can’t be me
    Now don’t mistake this for
    Bitterness
    You simply can’t replicate
    My tight ***
    Blackness

    You can’t be me
    Cause see
    I’m Nefertiti’s daughter
    I lived on the Serengeti
    I swam in Nile water

    My folks was slaves
    in history
    your folks kept mine
    in misery

    See, we created the dances
    you try so hard to copy
    We created the delta blues
    you try to MO DI FY
    I gave birth to the Black Man
    You want and try to buy

    You can’t be me
    Trying to talk like I talk
    and
    Walk like I walk
    African you’re not
    I’m built like
    The Hottentot

    My Blackgirl steelo
    You can’t imitate it
    Cause me and Cleopatra
    See, we is RELATED

    You can’t be me
    Despite that “brotha” you sportin
    Yeah,
    I see him on your pale arm
    Thinkin he’s now “important”

    With your silicone lips
    (mine are real)
    and your flat *** hips
    (mine got bass appeal)
    talkin bout my brown is too round
    (brothas love it’s feel)

    You’d earn my respect
    If you’d just be your white self
    So stop baking in the sun
    It’s bad for your health

    You can’t be me cause
    I’m ORIGINAL WOMAN
    You came AFTER ME
    Please, STOP FRONTIN

    YOU CAN’T BE ME!

    ©nappygrlflows 2001
     
  2. wildflower7

    wildflower7 Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    i do understand where this comes from
    but i only get this feelin 'bout the ones
    who only seek out black men and the
    black men who only seek out white women
    then again, who am i to judge.
    one thing i was reminded of one day
    is that they come from us
    Adam and Eve were not two white folk
    they were created from the dust of the ground...
    so i can only understand the need they feelto
    be more like us...
    but i don't always like it.
    i feel you!
    -7:spinstar:
     
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    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    freedom of choice yet i feel ya emotions
     
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