by Christopher Sean
Once upon a time our culture was ripped away from us. . .
they took what we made Gold of and offered us the Brewster projects. . .
and the Jeffries. . .
framed as “High rises” aimed to keep us low. . .
and away because we weren’t “supposed” to be there in the first place. . .
they moved away developed Southfields. . .
and West Bloomfields and all of the etceteras. . .
made us want to ascend past our “High risers” to suburban plazas with Seemingly greener pastures. . .
but our “greener pastures” have never been more than the empty promissory notes that we chase. . .
so we weren’t worried about building a community for our own. . .
we just wanted to assimilate
disgrace our ancestors for a nickel. . .
what about the little black girls who were forced to play with white dolls their entire childhood. . .
Because princesses of “African Descent” weren’t categorized as particularly beautiful. . .
and we all know when little girls play with dolls. . .
they begin to shape their idea of beauty. . .
playing make believe. . .
up until they make themselves believe that they have to attain Caucasian like features. . .
to be featured as pretty in the movie of society’s eyes. . .
they’re tricked into not liking the way their hair grows out of their scalps naturally coiled and curly. . .
cause in Africa they were closest to the sun. . .
and she (the sun) had a special relationship with our skin. . .
due to a gift God gave us long ago called Melanin. . .
something they’ve been trying to get from us since the beginning of time. . .
aren’t you tired of the same Rhythm and rhyme?
Because I’m generationally exhausted. . .
