Kathleena Hurd Poet I do not know?

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.

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