Does anyone remember when they were little,
And they loved to play pretend?
But it seems that,
As we grow older,
Learn the twists and cavities
Boroughed into our bodies
From hours of play and homework
We seem to develop a taste for fantasy –
Like how we pretend to be ‘black.’
Thugging and mugging in the hallway like
“Yo, you did the homework?”
“Nah man, I ain’t do shit my nigger!”
Oh I’m sorry you must be pretending to be dumb.
Because I don’t remember Martin Luther King saying,
I have a dream, that one day my nigger will not be judged
by the color of his skin,
but by the number of ‘F’s on his report card.
Or do those stand for fastidiously failing in firmly fastening the formulas
To my jordans
Now, don’t get me wrong, I like to feel like I’m running on air.
But it seems like black people today
Can’t swallow reality
So they huff and puff and cough up their own
and for the life of me,
I can’t seem to understand why
They’re content being strung
On white supremacy.
Like they don’t want to take advantage of their opportunities
Like its cool to get a D
But an A makes you a geek;
Like you’re pretending to be white
when you learn how to speak –
“I’m sorry if I offend you my nigga.”
But I was never good at pretending.
Well you’re pretending right now.
“I’m entertaining your ignorance!
Because people love living in the mindset
that the white man’s English is the only accent,
That if it’s white it’s intelligent.
Because black people love to pretend that the struggle is too real
But blacks have fought for liberations
Separation to desegregation
Yet they can’t seem to fathom emancipation
Because the mentality
Of blacks being inferior
Is just, pretending to lose sanity.
Yes there is melanin in this tissue,
Muscles with no illness but the urge to be seen too
Blood coursing with knowledge
Because it’s not just a ‘white thing’
And those who say
Are just pretending.