DAILY WRITE

A bunch of white people, Alcohol, and fake laughing a few hours later...

(writing when you want to punch people)

I am not a character. 

I am not here for your amusement.

I am not your guinea pig to try out all those black jokes you've been holding in.

I am not the entertainment or your one chance to prove your not a racist.

I am not here to be mocked or mimicked, to become the person in your life to represent all black people to you.

I am not a character. 

I do not need your conversations to revolve around the color of my skin, just because conversation is slim.

To tell me the latest stories with "my people" in it.

To hear you say your favorite line, over and over again, "Not being racist, but..." and think you have to point your dried up eyes at me.

No, I will not dance for you.

I will not rap for you.

You cannot touch my hair.

Obama is not my best friend.

I do not want to answer all those curious questions you never thought to ask until I walked in.

This is no experiment.

I am not to be abused, to be used, or laughed at.

Your cackling like you understand my life, like you have been given some great privilege, like I am not the one who should be laughing at all of you.

You with your stale conversations, your never ending cocktails, your bored hands.
If everything in the world stopped moving I would still have a hard time trying to hear that heartbeat coming from your chest.

I am not a character. 

My family is not for you either, and although they may play right into your clammy, restless hands, I, however, can see you simply eating them alive, marking off your list. Making sure they fit all the usual stereotypes, forming them into the colored, loud, ghetto characters you need them to be.

But please, do not insult my intelligence.

I don't need you to be color blind, I need you to not be so ignorant.

I have color and life and mountains so deep down inside of me that it could stretch across two universes and over the longest sea...

I have ideas. Thoughts. A story.

I want you to open your eyes. I want you to stop trying so hard for us to relate. I want you to enjoy my company, not my whole race...

I want you to be happy.

But, darling, I am and never will be a character to you and your needs.