Questions on My Race

Are you Puerto Rican?

You look Asian with those small eyes

You sure you ain't Dominican 

I thought you were mixed 

One time I was asked were both your parents Black 

A few of the things I've heard from one side 

Now to be fair a few words from the flip side 

An Uncle Tom I've been called

You think you're white going to that Lab school 

Tennis is for white folks 

You probably don't like Hip-Hop 

Being Black is a full time job for me 

While you critique and call me names 

I smile and realize neither side will ever stop 

I won't apologize for the skin I'm in nor the choices I've made

I say it very loud I'm 100 to 102 percent Black and extremely proud!!!!

My HBCU Mission

I first met her in New Orleans a vision of beauty with brains to match

I ran wild not understanding her purpose in my life

I studied all the wrong subjects all-nighters were my favorite

The Barn was my spot instead of the classroom

I regrouped and focused in the city of wind

My next destination was Chocolate City

My consciousness was awakened liberation was my mission

My assignment was a degree from the Black Harvard

I was focused and then I discovered the Yard

I was cramped between Blackburn and Douglass

I studied the legacy that was there before me

Sutton and Eaton engulfed me with all night spades and conversation

Thursday's were a Trio of half price pizza with full price memories

I went  Wong messing with Tommy on more than a few nights

I was mesmerized by the the Fine Arts on Fridays with a 40 in my bag

Meridian was an Ebony palace I couldn't resist

Park Square was a hidden treasure for educated Soul Sisters

9th and T brought escapades that would live in Infamy

A momentous ride where  I met Nik who was a bit of a Freak 

I sipped too much on the amenities offered ignoring my original plan 
HU I Thank You I don't know where I'd be without you!!