Keep your head up
This is a picture I must maintain at all cost
I must keep my weight down and my faith must not be lost
I am black, I am proud
I'm going to be the command and I'm going to stay sound
I must do what is expected and do not crack under pressure
I'm gonna - scratch that, I am going to do my best, under any measure
Perfect my English, walk proud with grace
Do everything that's expected of me, even if my individuality I have to erase
If I make one mistake
I'm gonna look outta place
DAMN, I said outta, it suppose to be "out of"
WAIT! I said gonna, it's suppose to be "going to"
I can't let my
no, NO, NO! It's cannot, not can't!
Now I said quadruple negatives
Now I'm not rhyming with my timing, I don't understand it
And I'm cussing again, no wait, the proper term is foul language.
Is this even a poem anymore? I can't tell
I'm not perfect
am I going to hell
I really can't stand up to the image I'm pursuin