I’m black
I always will be black
My kids black
My moma’s black
My daddy’s in prison
My favorite color, black
My car black
I just saw that Will Smith movie , Men In Black, it was good
I gotta dog, well he’s brown but his name Black, come here blackie
My girlfriend…
She white
*This is more or less a conversation I had… was said at me by a random person as I was walking up Broadway. This guy most likely was influenced by a controlled substance and/or suffered from mental illness. He yelled at me “I’m Black!…” and the rest of the narrative I created. I was walking with a white woman I was dating.