my black card

Fuck my "Black Card."

Take it, revoke it, burn it! I do not care. 

I'm sick and tired of people questioning whether or not I support my culture. 

If I like something, I like it. If I don't, I don't. 

If race seems to play a factor it's only because you seem to seek it out. I know the color of my skin. I see it when I look down at my hands. I see it when I look in the mirror. I feel it in my hair texture. 

My blackness is not a card. 

My blackness cannot be measured.

My blackness is not touch-and-go. 

I am black. Nothing can diminish or take that away. 

I do not care who I choose to hang out with, what my voice sounds like, my mannerisms. 

I am a part of my community and my culture. 

So, fuck a "Black Card."

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