Blackness

Jadae Rose

Does my blackness offend you, brother?

Why you looking at me like I’m all high and mighty like you ain’t ride up in here

on your high horse high on your own horse shit?

You told me to be me so I did.

I’m black baby, I’m blacker than black.

I’m so black you lose yourself staring too hard

at my exterior and so black that I got you seeing stars in my face, fro

and, yes, my posterior.

You got stars too, brother, you just too ashamed to see them.

Now come down, come home, and let us fill the sky with our blackness and let our stars roam just the way God intended.