So I'm a little light skin.
That dont mean Im not African.
I still break combs when my hair unfolds,
gotta big butt, and i hate the cold.
5'5, brown eyes, thick hips, but not very big lips to lick.
Seductive to the young black man, just by the way I walk and stand, but for some reason, a reason I dont understand, I'm not accepted at the end
of the day because of my permanant "tan".
Because I'm a little lighter, and my education seems a little bit higher, and I live in a house, and I dont have a great big mouth or get loud,
I never knew in order to be "black", I had be loud and beligerant, talk like im ignorant,
swing my neck from left to right, always be ready to fight,
walk like a chicken, be a chicken head
listen to music that disrepects me, my mother and my grandmother,
stay with a broke man, because once you go black you cant go back. Dick must be so good, that if he punched me in the eye- its still all good
because this ladies and gentlemen is the "HOOD."
But thats beside the point....
Not saying that to be black is to be ghetto- but I'm so called stuck up because I kind of rather wear stelletos,
sneakers called Jordan, especially if I live in an apartment, and I cry broke, how in the hell can I afford some $100+ sneakers if I got bill collectors at my throat?
Clothes dont make me, I make them look good, and I'm not gonna conform to the mentality of expensive clothing means you straight in the hood.
No I dont smoke, and I dont like to drink, I dont have sex with you the first time we meet.
Sorry my parents taught me some class, they finished high school and college, and in two years, I'll be an undergrad,
and YES my father is still around,
and no he's not with my mother,
and no my brother is not in gang,
sorry to say
that we're not the typical,
But being "black" doesnt mean I got to be ghetto, so if you think I'm not really black and stuck up and cause my family aint that fucked up, then fuck you. Cause if you think thats what being black is about, then BLACK aint you.