I am the black jelly bean in the bag;
Be, be, see – who you want me to be…
Everyone tries to scrape off the burnt toast,
And shake off the soot from the chimney.
Am I alike the darkness that blankets you in the night?
Can I compare to the untrusted lack of light?
I am not The Angry Black Man,
I was born with bitter blood in hand
Inherent of my affected ancestry,
Against the will of willingness decreed.
When the flesh is completely gone –
It is not the color of licorice or tar
Or the remnants at the bottom of the barrel,
It’s closer to you and yours by far.
So I pine to try to disagree…
If you don’t see color –
You don’t see me.