I am caught between
distain and admiration
for non-Black Rappers.
If they are white.
do they have the right to write
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,
but distain their presumptions!
Yet admire their attempts
to continue the Renaissance,
leave guide lines along the road
for the rest of the Great Migration
Perhaps a thoughtful ambivalence
is all I can muster.
For, at least,