It is not my duty to make you a better person.
This blackness was not
Gifted to me to better you.
To better yourself from knowing
Me, is an honor I gratefully accept
Do not misunderstand that
Gratitude for purpose – intent.
I walk out my days in this skin,
Constantly learning the causes and
Effects it imparts on the world Around me.
Yes, I walk out my days in the
Hope of leaving each place better – wiser.
I do not, however, seek to exist as
A token – an accessory.
Do not look to me to check your
Ignorance – temper your bigotry.
It is not my purpose to
Correct your words and actions
Though make no mistake – I will.
I will root out your bigoted remarks
And throw them in your face,
With the utmost eloquence and grace.
I am a docile sort – a gentle sort;
Until it goes too far
Until you cast me as the Helper –
The Wise Black Woman.
I am black, and I am a
Woman. I am not however, an
Actor in your play.
Today I opened my eyes and
Found myself mid scene,
Playing a role I did not consent to;
So, I worked out the scene, spat out my lines
And exited stage left – if the show
Must to go on, it must go on