Becky, you are not my sistah

I had a white woman tell me we should unite That we should be tight Cus even though she's white Our bond is the female plight She said to me we are sisters Can you believe this trick - ster? That it's miss against mister And now we are sisters? No way are you my sis Because you got to miss The treatment and the diss of being a black sis-tah Girl you can't begin to relate To the bull that I take For mistakes I didn't make Cus my tan's natural not fake See just cus you got a brotha in your bed and maybe even one that you wed or even put your stringy **** hair in dreds that still don't turn my head. Cus see your skins still lily white Your **** is still flat not tite And you don't have the right To trivilize my plight. Black is not just the color of my skin It's where I come from deeply rooted within It's made up of centuries of your kinds sin Now you want to just boldly step in??? Was your ear burnt from a hot straightening comb? Where you called a n*gger while just walking home? Do you have to pretend to be dumber than your boss? Or worry that your brains would result in a job loss? Were your uncles and cousins and brothers hung from trees? Or were they the ones knocking our men to their knees? You might have a slit in between your thighs, You might have big **** and soft spoken eyes, You might have a soft voice and bright twinkling smile, But forget all that bullsh*t and remember all the while. You miss trick- ster are STILL not my sistah!

Well alright..... PDT_001

Whats the point of being racist to the people who were once racist to us? It's ridiculous to be racist against someone because they're grandfathers and great grandfathers were racist to your grandfathers and great grandfathers. It wasn't them, and it damn sure wasn't YOU.