The great thing about this blog is that it’s my blog, and I can write about whatever. I’ve always dabbled with the idea of posting my writing, or thoughts on politics, art, education, so on and so forth. I’ve never had the guts to publish my own writing despite this being a blog about books and writing. But, I do have the guts to write about what it means to be black, my experiences, and such. I feel at least a little qualified writing about that since I am, black, and I feel very passionately about this. My conviction is not wavering.
In English class a lot of the books we’ve read have surrounded the idea of prejudice, and while reading A Raisin In The Sun we have specifically looked at prejudice against black people in America. Our assignment today was to write a poem, and I’m really proud of it. I tried looking for poetry contest or places to publish and couldn’t find exactly what I was looking for. I didn’t want to anonymous, but I didn’t want someone else to take credit for my work or the rights for my work. So; I decided to post it here. My work, on my blog, and hey, no entry fee. May I present to you: Acute Ghettoitis.
We’re plagued by acute ghettoitis.
Ashamed to be from,
Ashamed to be proud of,
Separated by the skin we wear,
By the money we cannot have,
Defined by lack of choice,
We have no choice but to face the world,
With a line as fiery as the sun,
Painted across our faces.
The red is not only smeared on us,
But lives in our hearts.
Not to be proud of, but forever ashamed,
People don’t you understand?
The ghetto, the barrio, the slums,
Defined by white flight.
Forever separated, forever ashamed,
Defined by lack of liberty, defined by the red in us,