Hatred.
An intense dislike or ill will.
If I was ill...
Will you then LOVE me?
See because I can't understand why you pretend that you are my friend when deep down you hate me.
You hate the way I look, you hate the way I dress...
You hate my hair, you hate my style.
However you continue to smile...
In my face
Like everything is cool.
Like you accept my natural beauty for what it is.
You hate the fact that you don't look like me and I don't look like you.
In your mind I'm just another nappy headed jiggaboo.
Kinky and knotty locs, embraced by jewelry and golden ankhs.
A disgrace.
So in my face you... reject me from your workplace.
Maybe if my eyes were as blue as the ocean's you drowned my confidence in or my hair was straight as the tree bark by which you lynched my great great grandfather from...
You would let me walk into those Jim Crow gates.
The gates by which Koon infested dreams are made of as long as I...
I conform to what YOU think is beautiful.
If I don't conform you will indirectly cause me to ingest your fucked up mentality through society.
Skin whitener coupled with "Dark & Lovely" Hair straightener...
The irony.
You HATE the way I look yet... those who look like you strive to look like me.
Teaspoons of collagen meals to plump lips and implants to create hips.
Really?
The modern day "Black Face"
You hate me so much you decide to duplicate the likes of my ancestors.
Royal heirs of Imhotep and Nefertiti...
While you are busy changng your appearance to look like my people...
You are inciting hatred among my culture.
Light Skin vs. Dark Skin
Uncle Tom's linguistics 101
If I hear another one of my "brothers" call another Nubian Prince or Princess "darkie" again...
I just might cringe...
What kind of mind set are you in?
Slave owners making mulatto babies...
Left to suffer for not being enough of either race...
I'm tired...
Of tunnel vision all people seem to have when it comes to identity.
Because whether WE like it or not we carry the same blood lines...
No matter if it's a little or a lot...
In large areas or minute spots...
Few & Far between...
We all have a bit of each other busting through the seams...
Stop the hate.

© Tisean M. Bell Author of 'Narratives Of A Love-A-Holic'