Echoes of a Voice

 

                                                     Echoes of a Voice  

                                               

                                                 Oh what an experience

                                                  I feel cheated of my blackness

                                                                                       I feel anger

   ENVY

                                                  almost hate for the white in me

                                                      I want to holler at my mother

                                                                she was doing her best

                                                                                          Her best

                                                                              but not my best

                                                                                what was best?

                      I am angry because I can see the Black in me

                                                         I can't feel the Black in me

                                                           and to think that one time

                                          I took pride in not sounding Black

                                   now my heart bleeds to be free of this

                                                                                    White façade

                                                                                     all her faces

                                                            Will the real me stand up!

                          Stand up and be counted among the rest

                                                                 not set apart, labeled

                                                                                           for what

                                                                       My ego is not vain

                                                                                 only my pride

                                                                                but which one

                                                             the Black or the White?

                                                  my heart cries out to my many

                                                                    brothers and sisters

                                        who were forced in their ignorance

                                                                 to become somebody

                                                                                           but who

                                                   We are not White or are we?

                                             We look Black, we sound white

                                                                                            we look

               out of Black faces through white perspectives

           Somewhere deep in our souls we find the rhythm

                                                                       We hear the drum

                                                                 We rock on the beat

                                                           Yet something is missing

                               Something that doesn't allow us to fit

                                                                               Black or white

                                                               so who the hell are we?

                                                                         help us… we hurt

 

                                                                                                                                                                      atperry