#NaPoWriMo Entry #18 "Not African American"

Do not call me African American. This is not an accurate description of my heritage.
It is a broad fallacy I've gone into marriage with.
A political correction of my melanin complexion
that this oppressive system uses to keep from embarrassment.
Why is black the absence of light? Why can't it be the culmination of all colors?
I think  our presence in America is portrayed in the movie others.
We moved into this house with bread crumbs in the cupboard.
Now we've grown to love the fatherland, and abandon our mother.
But I am American.
Born and raised, free from persecution but still a slave.
Working for corporate masters everyday, just to receive the minimum wage.
See Respect was never demanded as blacks we were handed our credibility.
We were made to assimilate and reprimanded for our hostility.
They found a way to commit genocide, but no gas chambers for the ghetto enemy.
Instead they plan our parenthood, and control our fertility.
And I've been trying to get back to my roots but it's impossible.
Because Americas an obstacle that I find to be more course than our hair follicles.
This nation scheme is diabolical.
Cliaming us to be the bad guy.
Getting beat up from birth we came in the world with a black eye.
And I've always been the black guy with speech similar to screechs
so when I'm giving out my speeches peers thought me an Urkel sequence.
White folks said I was smart, to blacks a white people reject.
So I spent half of my life just looking for their defense.
I Found out, I didn't need it.
Seen it was the pretense to a Willie lynch strategic tactic.
Use intelligence to divide each of the black kids.
Make him seem strange, turn intelligence into an affliction,
so they're will always be confliction between the real and non fiction.
But how could you tell?
In this capitalistic system getting money makes u fake, being broke makes you listen.
And I still get the shakes when I turn on my television
and see people that look like me shucking and jiving for commission. 
Seems like theres only two ways to go... entertainment or parol,
daily containment or neo soul, go to jail or going pro.
Mormans said I belong in hell because the way my hair grow.
But they're God could never condemn me, if my God holds my soul.