What is you?
That's the question asked of every light skinned African American whose melanin camouflaged the ash in their skin so massa could better stand to look at us and we were housebroken instead of field broken.
What is you?
I is my great grandfather's sticky white jizz he wiped off his dick when he slid out from under my great grandmother's covers and back under his wife's. I is the DNA the KKK couldnt burn away.
What is you?
I is the candlelight bouncing off the walls of indiscretion when the freaks and pointed white sheets come out late at night.
What is you?
I is the light of truths too embarrassing for the Edgerin family but too damned bright to be hidden from society. Therefore I is the great grandson of Miss Mae Willie JACKSON - the fastest talking person I've ever known. Yes known.
What is you?
I is the Light of the Morning marching through decades of Movements on top of Movements, sit ins on top of sit ins, hosings on top of hosings, lynchings on top of lynchings, crosses burned on top of crosses burned, bombs on top of bombs, dogs on top of dogs, and rapes on top of rapes that sealed my skin tone's fate.
What is you?
I is the black sheep trapped in white wolf's wool mistaken for a mulatto but born to a chocolate mother and father though. My grandfather is the mulatto if you must know.
I can't hide in the dark because I is the moon's glow in the sun's shadow.
I absorb and reflect earth, wind, fire, and water at the same time.
I is the cross between Jed Clampett and Grace Jones. Shaka Zulu and Queen Elizabeth and fuckin love it.
What is you?
I is the proverbial middle ground man has sought since crawling out of the primordial slime and into the cradle of civilization.
I is a black man that needs black face just to imitate his own race.
What is you? When is you? Where is you? Why is you? How is you? WHO IS YOU?
Motherfucker I is.
