My sound has always offended ears
As if when I speak fire comes out
As if a black with grammar brings fears
Like when i said door instead of
Dough they shout
Afraid of my speech they put me down
Call me sounding white
just because I use a proper noun
Can’t even say my name without spite
My attire gets mocked as well
No Jordan’s no rip jeans no chains
They even hate my smell
I dress for myself not for eye strains
Music taste are greats from another era
Some rock blues jazz and rap
It burns them to hear like
they need aloe vera
As if all black ppl trap
I have a dad so I’m anomaly
They can’t get why mom has a degree
Like having a dad needs a homily or
Education for women isn’t a reality
My voice shocks my oppressor
He sees it as me trying to be like him
When did it become illegal
to be black with a professor
Or speak intelligently is only for them
Afraid that my tongue
means I can’t be controlled
Then I’m a threat to the world
So they make it appear as if pronunciation
Is only white gold
And the only reason I speak this way is because I’m swirled
To articulated for my skin
And to dark so it’s sin
I wish the way I speak didn’t matter in the end