I never read my poetry out loud, I typically write for self - but I came across this poem I had written roughly two years ago and I decided to put rhythm and cadence to its written words.
There are many sides to the 'Black' experience. The color line I talk about here is getting preferential treatment by a majority group and often turned to as a spokes-person on behalf of the whole because 'they' feel comfortable with you and consider you 'different' with the underlining factor being that you are NOT different, in fact you are granted only 'temporary passes'. That inevitably puts you at odds with members of your own group, causes riffs, and forces you into a box in which you feel misunderstood on both sides. It's MY Black experience, not THE Black experience. 😉
👇🏽The written poem is in the comments below. I may later add the timed captions to the actual video.