No, Im Not Black
No.
I am not black.
My skin is a comfortable white
And in the sun it settles into a burning red.
No.
I am not black.
No.
I am not black.
Your backwards treatment got me forward,
White privilege has my back.
No.
I am not black.
No, I am surely not black
And I have never been hit by the cops
Or shot dead for being just that.
Just a color to them. Just black.
No, I am not black
And when I say Black Lives matter
I know this is not about me or the worthyness
of MY life. It was never in question.
I´m not black.
Damn, yeah I am not black is
All about labels and color that does not go skindeep.
But when you say that you do not see colour, you inherently miss
The point of a world that sees nothing but and needs to be resolved.
Us making them black,
Threating them as black,
Giving their worth in black,
Their name in black,
Their toes a tag….
For us to say that all lives matter,
Other lives than our white lives should start to matter.
It´s not about us now, your fingers in your ears matter,
No I am not black. Maybe you are not too.
But we can listen and see
That our lack of inclusion,
in three words,
is not seclusion,
At all.
Just someone else guiding the way this time.
No I am not black.
Listen to someone who is.
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