Unloved In our homes, so we sought love from outside
Disappointments to our Parents, booty scratchers to the blacks
Made our journey to the whites in hopes they will take it easier on us
With the misconception of their niceness masked up in brutal microaggressions
Allowed them to overstep many boundaries oblivious to how far they’ve stepped
Gained tremendous love for their culture that we praise them more than we praise the folks with the same color of our skin
Dove too deep into their music, bands like Pink Floyd, The Beatles, Beach Boys & Led Zeppelin became our favorites while leaving the OutKast, de la soul, Pharcyde in the back seat
Vouched for Mariana, Lana, Lorde while we continue to turn our backs on Missy, Hill, Latifah, Badu
Quest wondering when we would finally be able to check their rhymes and come back home
Having elders anticipate if all the works Fela put into our history was in vein
I hate to say it but we got too caught up in their culture
In their lives
Their homes
That we forget we are the root to their identity
Looking up to them when they should be the ones looking up to us because without us they have no sense of self
No identity
No comparisons
No America
In which your beloved white culture exists
I don’t condemn the world of the white artist because I myself made in home in their nest
I also don’t have the heart to hate them like Baldwin said “I don’t believe all whites are evil” because in many ways they’ve defined me as an individual
But we ought to go back to our roots
We ought to Learn how to re-love ourselves
Give ourselves the forbidden love that we couldn’t encounter in our African Homes
And find that love from within
Their world may glitter like Gold but our world is created with diamonds, history, and culture which are rare to find.
