What Can'T I Do
As a Kid, I never wanted to be viewed as Black. There were always negative connotations that came with that.
Death and Evil, things like the "Black" Plague.
The Representative of Darkness and the Loneliness of Shade.
I Remember a teacher told me according to statistics, by the age of 16 I'd Drop out of School
And by 18, I'd Be in the Prison System or in my Grave.
I guess she was trying to use a scare tactic to make me behave, but I took it in the wrong way!
Now I'm hating myself just because of the pigment of my skin is this way!
But the next couple of days, my opinion changed.
I started to learn some "Evil" History.
You see, there was the KKK and we had the BPP! I learned that my Ancestors were Kings and Queens.
From Light skinned to Dark all Black was Beauty. And a couple of musicians and inventors I do secede.
Then along came the NAACP!
My ancestors were writers and politicians, so what CAN I do?
They were Innovator! So what CAN I do?
They Broke Indestructible Barriers! So what CAN I do?
What CAN I do?
What CAN I do?
WHAT CAN I DO?!
Being Black, the true question is
What CAN'T I Do?
*Dedicated to the NAACP of El Dorado, Arkansas
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