Monday, June 29, 2015

First Gen Diasporan

I am who I am
That is complex
Who I say I am
That is complex too
But you
Really don't understand
The complexity
Of being free
To create your own space
Where color and race is erased
Simply because that's all that matters to you
I don't racialize myself
Simply because my melanin speaks for itself
#teamchocolate in winter and #teamdarkchocolate in summer
Sun kissed rays say I am a child of my Bantu ancestors
Although some would fight me for that
I'm not Black, I'm African, they say
I'm not really Ugandan, I'm American, they claim
However, I eat kawunga and Hot Flamins with nacho cheese the same
I know of hood snow cones, sandwich bags of tootsies, Tootsie Rolls and lindazi equally
My heart beats are covered with Afrigo, Franco et le TP OK Jazz, Kaskade and Boyz II Men equally
I am an immigrant kid
My parents flew thousands of miles for college and opportunity
So I sound all Midwestern with an African upbringing
My name holds a few stories
And the weight of Baganda legacy
Yet you fight me for my culture
My experiences
My identity
My roots
I am multicultural
Your basic understanding will not limit me
I reject that
So I find solace
In the space
I have created for myself
To be free
To be me.

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