Self Hate

It was black America who told me I wasn't "really black" because my skin wasn't dark enough, and my hair was too good, because I spoke Spanish, and didn't grow up in the hood. They told me to fit in, I needed to wear different clothes. That I didn't understand why they couldn't reach their goals. Told me to pray to Jesus, the same one the white man made The one forced upon "our" ancestors way back during slave trade. It was black America that picked on me as a kid Because I had 2 parents growing up, when none of them did It was black America who wanted me to perm my hair They told me that I needed to start acting like I care Um excuse me? Have you looked at yourself clearly? You look like a wanna be Barbie, and I say that dearly. It was black America who made me feel like an outcast, like I didn't fit in Guess what, at the end of the day, I'm still one of them.