Writen by Noah Agboyibor
Tell me why
Tell me why you see a gold chain and a flashy car, but I see a lack of self-worth and anxiety scars
Tell me why the color of my skin dictates the way in which I dress, but when I choose to embrace my identity I’m seen as a threat
Tell me why the world sees black and associates it with danger, but I see black and know that we’re thinkers, strivers, and creators
Tell me why we as black people turn on one another, but proceed to see the next of kin and call them brother
Tell me why
