Ms. Concept

There is a woman I oft meet

On my journey here to home

Hey Lady!

I feign to shout.

My complexion's dark

But not my Soul.

So when you fright

On my approach

For

Goodness

Sake;

There is no need

To cross the road.

I'll feel that for a millennia,

ME

&

My kin

You so rudely

Robbing me,

Of the

opportunity,

To politely

Commune with you...

“good morning”

Then again,

You could be applying,

Learned street smarts?

Changing lanes,

Avoiding crossing paths.

This

Uptown

Downtown

Topsy-Turvy

Up-side-down

YOU'RE - SO - COOL

Pretending not to see me,

Hiding under your

Beats

Skull candy.

What sweet music

are you channeling?

Tunes contrary to Art?

Con

Artist

Purveyors

of

Catchy wicked things

Said twice?

High definition

'Stereo'

Types?

Shall we dance from a distance

Again tomorrow?

Yes of course!

For I believe,

You too have been deceived.

Hey! Ms. Concept,

R U

Thinking;

The beauty found in this deep Brown,

Predetermines fact that

I'm called

Black?

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