The A Baby

.. Peotry; I am not Black!Crayons are black. Tires are Black. The marble like residue from an erupting volcano is black! The narrow road that they paved down my block is black! The sole of my shoe is black….hell my panties are black!I on the other hand am not Black. You can’t give me a color and expect me to go by that! You can’t give my race a name and think that I’ll clam it! The color of dark chocolate isn’t black…it’s a dark coco brown! And the color of my skins isn’t even close to that. I am not black. The hair on my body is not black…. The natural color of the hair on my head isn’t even black. If you would like to know the true colors that I bestow take the time and listen!My body beams of a smooth caramel complexion; that reflects golden and roasted cinnamon under tones to make a true Black man swet..lol! I am not Black! To me it’s funny because I know that if my mother was an African native and gave birth to me here in America I would be and African American. But the same would be to me if my mother was an American native and gave birth to me in Africa! I would still be an African American. Then could it be so; that my heritage is of Africa dissent but my place of birth is in America? So what would you say that makes me…African American?