This is the colored man’s burden. To always look up to a higher power. Not a god or a deity, but a man with desire.
You are the Burberry fabric I wrap like a noose around my neck. Lauded for beauty but really just a hanging execution by European bourgeoisie.
Patriarchy isn’t colorblind. Women of color haven’t been recognized.
Yes, I highly value studying, learning, and working. I list them as priorities. It’s not because Confucius said so—it’s the simplest way to become empowered. But why yes, I would love to attend that social gathering (i.e. party) with you next week Friday.
When you say you do You don’t know where I have been Judge me by my skin When you speak to me You don’t know what I can see Judge me by my eyes All of these problems All of these outer demons All of these are you You single me out Is it me…
I never liked the peculiar smell of the onions she would put, but as I bit into the sandwich, I realized that the marinated onions in my mom’s sandwich did not smell. How can onions not smell?