An Ode to Melanin

Before I begin, listen to what I’m spitin’ before ya come at me with Who ya think I’m dissin’.

If you’re white, some of y’all are all right, but for the rest, hold on Tight.

When I was younger, I had a thing for Anglo boys. Redhead, Blonde, brunette, they all got my dick wet.

Yet, I never felt secure in my own skin when I looked at my Reflection, even though I had the complexion for protection.

Listen to what I’m laying down before you start clowning around. You’re not the enemy; I’m just not with that white supremacy, Which says if you’re African, then you’re subhuman.

So, let’s dig in.

It’s not a sin to have melanin; black is where it’s at, and brown is The talk of the town.

Screw jungle fever.

I don’t wanna be with ya unless your skin’s brown like a beaver.

 I won’t poke her unless she’s ocher; I don’t want no fellow unless he’s at Least high-yellow; I don’t want your number unless you’re burnt-umber.

If you can pass the paper bag test, then it’s for the best if I pass on that ass.

Let me reiterate: my anaconda don’t want none, hun, unless you can go in the sun without getting well-done, son.

This isn’t coming from a place of hate; I’m not trying to Discriminate, just trying to eliminate the fools from my dating pool Who are only into me because of the stereotype of the bbc, or who Think it’s erotic that they find me exotic.

Sorry, bro, but that’s a no-go.

No more will I be your chocolate-covered lover, your s’more whore.

I think it’s obnoxious, and if I’m being honest, I find it vomitous.

I’m sure by now some of you are riotous. In the interest of Verisimilitude, I admit my biases.

I’ve been hurt by many a jerk, but if you’re sans the racist attitude, maybe it could work?

And if you’re cute, that’d be a perk.