Why Black People Can't Swim

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Submitted: August 20, 2018

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As a black child Just know that there is nothing that ginger ale and laying down can't fix The strongest women that you will ever know is your mom and your grandma And you better not embarrass them in public Because the scariest thing you've ever seen in your life was the look they gave you right before you went into a store That look was the equivalent of "you got one time" Your mom brought you into this world And she will take you out. As a black child You get threatened for crying And beaten by whatever is closest to you Every summer someone in the neighborhood makes kool aid freeze cups to sell And you play man hunt until the street lights come on Because if you come in after that to your momma You're going to feel the life of you escape your body so quick As she slaps the taste out of your mouth As a black child Our hair is too Kinky, too nappy, and too out of control At family reunions if we aren't "ghetto" enough we get labeled as white So we tend to act one way at home and another way at school and at work. We try to bury our melanin in the pit of our hearts So that for once we could feel like we fit in. We tend to stay to ourselves because everyone is an expert on our mistakes And will label us as such. We are made to feel alone We are labeled As threats No matter what we are wearing We are labeled incompetent Incapable but never incomplete. Depression doesn't seem to apply to us There's nothing that a prayer can't handle As a black child We are taught that depression doesn't exist That the devil is playing tricks with our minds No one tends to listen to us So black children get prayed for So quick to pray but too slow to listen We're calling for help only for the screams of our dispair to be muffled under water. Maybe this is why black people can't swim We aren't taught how to survive our emotions We're taught how to bury them How to beat them silent. But what happens when the water rises? When our emotions become a raging sea we cannot escape With a storm so loud it silents us? The misconception that needing help is a sign of weakness needs to be drowned. Not us. We are taught To color our skin the same color you'd color dirt. To be silent before we learn to speak. That our bodies are a little too well done That our bodies are meant for the ground. Black children are taught these things Before they are taught to love Before they are taught that they matter Before they are taught-- To swim. We are not taught that our bodies can float until it is too late.


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