970 Caught Between 03-10-21

I am caught between

distain and admiration

for non-Black Rappers.

If they are white.

do they have the right to write

Rap?

Sure,

they own a good control

of the elements,

but are they missing the soul

without the bloody stripes

on a lash-lacerated black back,

or an earned share of the DNA

from a lynched, innocent, brother?

I admire their rhyming thesaurus,

their rhythms…

but distain their presumptions!

Yet admire their attempts

to continue the Renaissance,

to,

at least,

leave guide lines along the road

for the rest of the Great Migration

towards an,

as yet,

undetermined destination.

Perhaps a thoughtful ambivalence

is all I can muster.

For, at least,

they try.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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