You'll never know

This is a poem I wrote after watching the Spike Lee movie "Bamboozled". You should see it...its an excellent commentary on black people in TV. Note the correlation between the Mantan show and the Dave Chappelle show, then check out chappelletheory.com There is an amazing correlation, although the two were produced years apart. Anyway, enough babbling...read on.

YOU'LL NEVER KNOW

Don't tell me you understand what it's like to be a black person
Or that you know black people better than me
Just because YOU think wearing oversize or hoochie mama clothes and using incorrect grammar makes you "BLACK".
I don't want to hear it.
You'll never understand what its like to walk down the street and hear someone call you nigger from a pickup truck sporting confederate flags.
You'll never understand why YOU got called to the office in sixth grade when someone called YOU a nigger. Hell, I still don't understand it myself.
You'll never feel what its like to watch the nightly news and night after night only see reports of crimes committed by black people.
Surely there are other people committing crimes in this city or at least other stories worthy of reporting on.
I mean, I sit there hoping that when they are describing a murder or child abuse or robbery that the sketch they show is not that same man with wide nose, full lips, and dark skin, that once, just ONCE a white person would be reported doing a crime in this city.
You'll never understand how my heart aches every time I watch a movie or see a show or even learn about slavery because my heart, my blood belongs to those slaves. That was my grandfather, his parents, and their parents. It's hard to think about without tears welling up in my eyes as my heart breaks for my people.
You'll never know what its like to go to one of the most prestigious schools in the world and look around the classroom day after day, year after year and only see two or three other black faces looking back.
You'll never know.
You'll never understand.
So STOP telling me you're blacker than I am because you think you know about my people or can speak some disjointed slang the ignorant refer to as ebonics!
You don't understand me, you don't understand my people.
So stop playin' yourself and the black race and learn our history...
then maybe you'll "know" a little more.