Everybody Lookin’

It happened in a black room

White eyes glistened as blackness listened to grey,

Climbing the fence

Tell me,

Did you rip any black genes on the way at the top

Or were you too busy keeping all eyes on me like Tupac

I must know,

That when I trigger your privilege,

Will it still smoke beautiful black powder

Because I’m drop dead gorgeous

In American fashion trending ever so stiff in my infamous body bags

I’m the mannequin in the white sold at black markets

Baby I’ve been ripping the runway

Since DNA is a mother shut your enslaved mouth and massas talk of the plantation

Black culture has been mixed and mastered by the whitest of vultures

Turning a grey eye to the grainest of their character

Does the fire from your crosses crucify black skin?

Tell me,

Does the depth of my nightlight break the daylight you wish was within?

Does my hood terrify your side of the tracks?

Are you still afraid of the dark?

If so,

You do see color and everybody is looking.

Photo © Paweł L.