What if angel was white and white was her
Would I be caught in interracial slur
Would u call me Wesley and say I’m “Jungle Fever”
Just because I’m open enough to give dick to Miss Cleaver
Would u look at me with doubt call me a sell out
Or would u call me curious and excuse my route
I don’t see why people try to color resist
For if it wasn’t for the mix we wouldn’t exist
So you telling me if I like Lucy Liu
I’m deleted from ya memory like La Toya; who?
Or if I dated an Arabic from Iraq
That would make me less black?
What’s the deal with all this racial scrutiny?
Because I’m black dating a white girl is mutiny?
But I’m rational I want completely overwhelm u with my perspective
Lets look at the events of the retrospective
I see brothas putting white women on pedestals
Zoning out the context of their Negro Spirituals
I see 50% of black girls picking white over black Barbies due to pigmentation
Don’t let the white house full ya we living in concealed segregation
I see some brothas and sistas associating success with color, shitting out dark fecies
But you see I’m another kind of brotha, I’m my own kind of species
I don’t date women because of their skin
Sure I look at the physical but its also the soul within
I’ve dated many races; some dark some fare
The one I ended up with was truly rare
You see I love and serve all my sistas like Nefertiti
But I’m “in” love with this enchantress of beauty
For she is love I call her Aphrodite
And us together equals melodic unity
She is my Valkyrie coming to whisk me away from my battle against oppression
And some day we’ll sit on Val Halla’s throne ending this dark recession
But for now she is everything to me and yeah she’s white
Its like that classic saying goes “If loving you is wrong I don’t want to be right.”