Play Time

Play Time

Go on, talk black she told her

Show her how you sound

Say that funny thing you say

 

When No Body’s aren’t around

 

Do that little thing you do

Though Some Body’s here

No Body is around today

 

I’m sure that she won’t care

 

Play that little game we play

The one where you act your color

Where you talk ghetto

 

And you forget your mother

 

Go on girl be a monkey

And put on a little show

Some Body won’t be offended

 

It’s not like Any One will know

 

Let’s play lose your dignity

So I can have a smile

I’ll grin and laugh it right on up

 

As you shrink all the while

 

She’s another “sista”

She’ll understand the joke

She’ll appreciate the humor

 

She can’t be that easy to provoke

 

Alright save it for another time

When it’s just you and me

So I can laugh at all you are

 

And you pretend that you don’t see

Rachelle M. Turple                                                                                                                  **Written after visiting a bi-racial friend whose girlfriend wanted her to show me how she “talked Black”.    

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