I see you lookin’
Eyein’ my skin,
My glistenin’ chocolate legs,
My thick black dreads
Heavy with the words I carry.

I see you list’nin’
To my accent,
My expression,
My gramarless poetic words
Bloom into the bland air.

I see you sniffin’
The scent of fried chicken and biscuits,
The perfume I bottled
From Mama’s kitchen on warm summer nights.

I see you lookin’
Lookin’ at me as if I’m in some
Kind of cage.
Well white boy,
You got nuthin’ on me.

I see you list’nin’
To my liltin’ tone,
My “ain’ts” and “y’alls,”

I see you sniffin’
My joy my passion,
My love for colorful life,
My pain and suff’rin’

Well white boy,
Don’t look at me
Don’t listen to me,
Don’t sniff me,
Go right in walking into your white life,
With your white friends,
And white parents,
And your white ancestors that hung my kind in trees.

No one likes a cracker for snack,
Everyone likes chocolate.