Their Perception of Me
Can I change their perception?
And when I say I, I mean us
But us entails but so much
When say us I mean teens
But not just any teens
You know, the one’s with darker pigmentation
You know, the one’s that were brought to America as slaves of the nation
You know, the one’s the majority of the world think will make it no where
Well lets not say no where, maybe to jail or dead before eighteen
But is that the way we all deserve to be seen?
What about the black teens that get good grades?
What about the black teens who’s never been a part of the drug game
What about the black teens who’s only idols aren’t melo and Jcole
cause not every black teen has a rapper or ball player goal
But they just see another black teen
another black teen who has a gun
another black teen who sees the cops then runs
another black teen who has no goals or aspirations
another black teen who’s a threat to the nation
another black teen who grew up in a single parent home
which somehow means they don’t have the mental capacity to make it on their own
another black teen doing credit card schemes
another black teen ruining MLK’s dream
another black teen skipping school to smoke weed
another black teen with an unplanned seed
another black teen who calls their best friend nigga
but all hell breaks loose when THEY say nigger
i guess with an a its a joke but with an er its a racial slur?
but do any of us know the true meaning?
So I grabbed a dictionary, looked up the word and thought about what we do
I sat back, shook my head and said damn can we say it’s not true
But how we’re view collectively shouldn’t effect us individually
So I’ll make it one day but for now I’ll analyze the world visually
Somewhat ashamed I can’t completely change what is seen
So in their eyes I guess I’m “just another black teen”