Beach Days
I despise the beach
Its predictable pulses of polluted water give me no excitement
And the sun! Oh please, like my black ass needs to get any darker!
But them white people, they loveeeee the sun.
Laying hours on end to get a little color.
Ain’t it crazy how they try so hard to get darker while we try and stay
lighter?
If we could somehow all color ourselves the same maybe our burdens would be lighter.
Well they could stay in the sun for years and never gain enough sunburn and painful peeling peppermint candy red lines across their …
body
to make amends for the everlasting gobstopping black/blue to yellow/ brown marks
that have been stricken into our genes and are a dominant trait passed down to…
everybody
I’m 50/50 on liking the sand
Partially because we seem to love to be buried underneath as much of it as we can
Choosing with purposeful pompous naïveté that we are equal to the man
Still the sand is too tempting,
constantly wanting to build your own sandcastle only to watch the water,
or the other so called naturally natured order of the world that dictates whether you belong,
wash your dreams away.
Maybe all these things may not sound that bad to you?
Maybe they just sound like crazy excuses?
Maybe I’m just another black guy that cant swim?
The thing is my father taught me to swim when I was a child,
I’m really just bad with authority just like “every” minority
Not that I cant listen
It is fear that has striken
There’s cops at the beach.
-In hopes that we can some day stop living in fear in the places fear should not exist.
(via blackinamerica)