Here’s a video of me performing at Open Mic night! I was so nervous!
Here’s the poem in written form:
Dear Black Men,
Y’all fake as shit.
Niggas will say Moms is bae but won’t ever date a bitch that look like her. Niggas will say ‘Moms got me here’ but the rest of black women still ain’t shit. Black women are only queens when they’re your mother or your sister. Black men who hate black women make black daughters with nonblack women and question why their self-esteem is low. But how do you raise a queen you would never put on your throne?
"I ain’t got no type, bad bitch is the only thing that I like" Bad bitch is a prototype. Bad bitch is a cookie cutter eliminating the blackness that uglies her. Add slim thick, light skin, long hair if it’s weave, 3C curls if it’s natural, light eyes, and soft features to offset the curse of blackness.
But I’m sleep though. I’m high on ambien when it comes to these niggas. Black girls ain’t your preference but you want us to ride for you with no seatbelt on, no airbags to protect our neck, barely there cushion on this broke down distressed leather that matches our skin and our work ethic, Built to survive, built to thrive, still I rise, still I walk in the valley of the shadow of death, But where are y’all when it’s time to defend Black girls?
You fake, and that’s that shit I don’t like. You can’t say Black people and mean only Black men. You can’t say Black Power and forget about the women who built this movement from the basement, to the kitchen, to the Underground Railroad, to Ain’t I a motherfucking Woman to you still ain’t shit because ain’t no body fucking with my clique: from Assata, Angela, Kathleen, Fannie Lou, to Ella Baker Don’t forget who put you on, nigga. We built this movement. You can’t say ‘Fuck the Police’ and never talk about how Black women are at risk of sexual assault, being shot, being forgotten, and having no movement to back them all in the same breath. You can’t say ‘Don’t Shoot’ and think Black men are the only ones with blood in the streets. You can’t talk about violence and forget that Black men perpetuate violence against Black women everyday.
All the women are white and all the blacks are men, But some of us are brave. Most of us are the reason you’re here. All of us should be the reason you fight. We’re the foundation to this house you claim is your residence. We built this shit, face in the dirt, hands tied in master’s bed, but mouths gagged in yours. We built this shit. So what about US.