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Fuck I Look Like
Kai Davis

Fuck I look like?
No really, fuck I look like?
I look like you got me fucked up is what I look like.
You looking at me like I’m not supposed to be standing here next to you.
Like, we in the same class but your idea of advance is too advanced
And my mind can’t match you. I think it’s my vernacular,
How I got half the consonants and twice the apostrophes
So my philosophy can’t be valid.
Like I speak slave and you speak slave master
This isn’t a plantation, it’s a classroom.
White people think they run shit because they got money to buy a thesaurus
You say, "gargantuan", I say, "big as shit"
-----------pause------------
Still, big as shit, it don’t really matter
I guess AP stands for "asshole pretentiousness"
And if you don’t know what that means, look it up, find a synonym
You like doing that shit.
You also seem to like judging a book by the color of its author
Because apparently Maya Angelou is inferior due to her grammatical errors,
But white man Mark Twain can write a whole novel in nothing but grammatical errors
And that shit is a literate masterpiece!
Well, I can’t help but to pardon my people’s slang because real niggas ain’t real niggas
If they don’t got a twang, I won’t apologize.
I won’t apologize for mean muggin' from the back of the classroom.
Talking about existentialism like a motherfucking boss!
It’s not your fault you can't vibe with me!
Niggas ---Pause---- can’t vibe with me
Either because as soon as I raise my hand for anything other than a bathroom break
I become a weirdo.
And God forbid I excel. A 4.0 means I’m four shades lighter because apparently
Intelligence is a white trait. At least that’s what I’ve gathered.
This one girl asked me: “Why would I use big words, so I can sound like you?”
You know what I sound like?
Like I’ve read a book before.
----Pause------
According to my people, I act smart, so I act white.
So I can’t be black and be smart because black people are dumb?
All this is – is self hate!
And to them that’s acceptable because white people told us niggas not to read 300 years ago
And now niggas are telling other niggas not to read.
What are we afraid of?
It’s like we think giving 100 percent means getting 100 lashes
And my people don’t even know that we are working with our oppressors.
Just passing on the torch, but we can’t pass the bar,
Because the bar has been set so low that we are crushing under the weight.
And you expect me to cut class and get an F, just to perpetuate the stereotype
That’s been instilled in this bullshit curriculum?
Fuck I look like?
I will never, I will never equate stupidity with my melanin
Nor will I ever sacrifice my skin for the white mans standards
So never ask that I speak for anyone but me,
Represent anything but what I stand for and fight for anything but what I believe in
And if anybody ever expected me to do anything but be myself,
They got me fucked up.

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