Too Black

If I sigh, in frustration, I have an attitude. If I arch my brows, I'm confrontational. If I bow my back or tilt my head, I'm ghetto. When I explain "that I'm not anti police", but I AM Anti-Corruption, Anti-Inadequate Training, and Anti-Sweeping all of that bull mess under the rug, I'm labeled un-American. When I express concerns about presidential policies, presidential tactics, presidential ineptness, presidential whackness... and how the tricked out trickle down, affects my "Too Real For You" Blackness... I'm called unpatriotic. And, how dare I suggest that unpatriotic is better than idiotic... I'm then (not so) cordially, encouraged to take my black ass back to Africa, When the only Africa that I'm familiar with, is the one brought up every time America wants my black ass, to pack my black ass sh!t. But, but, but.... I love America! I swear, it's true. I say it with all sincerity... It's some of the people, I just can’t do. Town to Town, City to City, State to State. All love. No hate. BUT, no matter my good deeds & intentions, or my caring ways, Some will always want to misconstrue. Tuh. It is what it is. I'll always be too black for you.