We've came a long way from the whips and chain, from the separation of segregation.
No more master, sir or boy.
At least that what I've been told.
Stay woke my sista
Older black men and women used to shout at me.
I thought that they were nuts.
Stay woke? What does that even mean?
Me being young and dumb, laughed it off as if it was an Instagram meme.
Racism is over, just a thought of the pass.
Only the problems that my great grandmother had to face,
the white man trying to put her in her place.
I mean it's got to be over right?
Black and white have joined together creating a peace space of grey.
Stay woke! They'll shout, now my young peers joining in on the team.
So what do I do? I join in
pretending to know exactly what it means
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BlackBerries
PoetryBeautiful black child, how are you? Have you noticed the distinction Between the world and your little Melanie body? Don't worry love, the other children Will break you in, Let you into the little secret That will forever brand you As unequal...
