I wear my blackness like a cloak,
It covers me and keeps me hidden;
I move between crowds and situations
With the slipperiness of an eel sliding
up from the depths of the seas into the upper crust
I wear my blackness like a helmet.
It shields me from the haters while allowing me to
See deeper into every environment, even into the hearts
and desires of men.
I wear my blackness like a sword.
It’s sharp and cutting. Never blunt or dulled
By complacency. Never satisfied with shadow fights
and Imaginary foes- Yeah, my blackness also functions
as X-ray glasses, because sometimes I need sight beyond
sight- But my blackness slices and dices,
It swings skillfully between conflict and chivalry.
I might look harmless, but you really don’t wanna @ me.
I wear my blackness like a badge. My pride
and my passion and my art.
My creativity and my cunning, and my caring.
My nurturing and my naturally swagged out demeanor.
Yeah, you might not see it…
but I wear my blackness.