How can we scream equality when we don’t even support each other?

How can we scream equality when we don’t even support each other?

Afraid to scratch the person’s back in front of you for fear of not getting anything in return

Wanting to be the person acknowledged for the idea when we’re supposed to care about the people we’re doing it for

I’m guilty of it too, had many conversations that turned to arguments because I wanted the credit more than I cherished the friendship

Forgetting the bigger picture and why I’m in this

So many entrepreneurs doing the same damn thing

Competing against each other instead of putting brains together to make a difference

Not challenging themselves which causes the end result to be weak

How many companies put money towards the same mission because they’d rather the competition?

When essentially money is just another weapon they taught to keep us separated as if we were in India with a caste system

So much talent, so many ideas…. just thrown away

Afraid to share our gifts for fear of hearing, “They a fake!”

So much potential, yet not letting others, “Ride our wave

Over thinking, watering down our ideas and not taking chances

When in reality we could easily fit our brother/sister on that podium with us

We act like Rose with the geometry and don’t pull Jack up with us

Let’s call it, The Rose Complex

Rather see others ideas fade in the background, not wanting to share the spotlight

Letting their dreams die when it would help keep ours alive

I’ve been learning that when I’m confident in myself, there’s no reason to feel such negativity

I refuse to let their dreams drown

I promised myself that when I make it, I’m leaving nobody behind

Won’t ever forget that promise, the true definition of lifting as I climb

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For The Non Melanin Holders at the Table my Ancestors Built

I’m black enough to say how I feel when you disrespect me
But that doesn’t mean I’m a threat to you
I’m black enough to hustle and get mine because this country has taken so much from me and my ancestors
But that doesn’t mean I’m a threat to you
I’m black enough to be scared when getting pulled over by the cops so I question their motives
But that doesn’t mean I’m a threat to you
I’m black enough to understand you see me as a threat because you’re brainwashed
But that doesn’t mean I’m a threat to you
I’m black enough to scream and march for injustices
But that doesn’t mean I’m a threat to you
I’m black enough to question you when something doesn’t seem right about the process you’re putting me through
But that doesn’t mean I’m a threat to you
I’m black enough to run away scared because your people are killing us like animals
But that doesn’t mean I’m a threat to you
I’m black enough to drive backwards in the street because I’m scared
But that doesn’t mean I’m a threat to you
I’m black enough to blast my music in the car with my friends
But that doesn’t mean I’m a threat to you
I’m black enough to wear a hoody everyday, as if it’s attached to my skin
But that doesn’t mean I’m a threat to you
I’m so black that I can’t hide it
But that doesn’t mean I’m a threat to you
I’m black enough to know my roots AND my rights
But that doesn’t mean I’m a threat to you
I’m black enough to self educate
But that doesn’t mean I’m a threat to you
I’m black enough to uplift MY community
But that doesn’t mean I’m a threat to you
I’m black enough to be proud of my black skin even when I’ve been told I should be ashamed
But that doesn’t mean I’m a threat to you
I’m black enough to wear my afro, my locs and my curls
But that doesn’t mean I’m a threat to you
The same way I self educate myself, I wish you would too…
You would see the beauty in my people, the things we’ve been through beyond the scripted shows
Then, you could see too
I’m no threat to you