Afr I Can
The Boondocks by Aaron McGruder
black history
No Dash Needed
I am not African-American
there’s no dash needed
if anything
I am
a native spook who sat by the door
listening for opportunity,
devout in my non
ever
shifting
identity
making lemonade.
To Be As
be as dark as the night
your ancestors crawled from
teeth shining like stars
be black as the mines
your brothers mine for diamonds
fade when you see the guns
coming
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