What’s Clear!!!!

What’s Clear!!!!

I could sit here and play my sax or gracefully plie; And without a delay, you’d realize I should stick to what’s spoken; Given without choice, accepting what was chosen. It’s simply a spill, filled with thoughts pouring into words that rationalize; So lend your ATTENTION and listen, I won’t paralyze.

See it’s this thing they call darkness, designed and redefined to cloud what should have remained clear. It has blinded our generation, got ‘em thinking and seeing things different from how they appear. I’m standing here and what you see is that I’m black, vividly expressed in a darker shade; governmentally displayed as African American. I’m a woman, but not just any ol’ woman, I’m a black woman; Colored and resolute with an ancestral curvaceous figure, THICKER than Joe’s Truest Religion and did I mention, I’m known to be strong? When I talk in this tone, using this dialect to be politically correct, I become what is not clear…An Educated Black Woman.

Let me pause and unfog what should have been clarity…Treated like a charity, where usage and display seem much of a parody. I keep hearing my people refer to themselves as coins…You know, pennies, nickels, and dimes? As if the woman is some expenditure, metaphorically speaking in their rhymes… What’s clear? I’m a dime, NO a roll of dimes…No a PARADIGM to that little girl that lives behind the picture painted by what’s fed to her ears, her mind. Speaking into existence her limitations and so she defines…herself. Whether she be lead or mislead, understood or misread, it all dates back to what she was fed, back then or now, her future’s been said. Said and placed into the hands that carried us over here in the first place. Standing astir of what looks like her own, far from what should’ve been cleared…by people like you and me whose glasses were whipped by ancestry. So again, I ask what’s clear?

What’s clear is that Sojourner Truth, Harriet Tubman, and Zora Neale Hurston did it! What’s clear is that clear is clear. Without blemish, free from darkness. Every spec I did not expect, God windexed; And when I couldn’t see past adversity, He drove for me. What’s clear, is standing right here and those things that appear to be unclear, not clearly understood, I’ve achieved because I believed…NOW, IS THAT CLEAR?