Malaya Wright

Westwood High School (Austin, TX)

Let’s talk about being black,

Cuz’ race does matter,

Though I rather talk about the tears and tatters,

And why society  shatters.

But I digress,

Race does matter.


Am I black?

I can see you shift in your seats,

While I ask you that.

But really,

Am I black?

Cuz’ I feel like negro,

Who doesn’t know racial struggles,

Someone who forgot those hardened chains,

My ancestors pain,

And the equality that I have gained.


You may ask why fret over this past?

If you feel seperated-segregated,

Then why don’t you talk?

Talk about my empty chains,

My institutionalized  brain,

And the unblackness that I have faced.


But I can’t talk.

Only talk around.

Around and around,

Till’ the sun goes down,

Cuz’ I’m black.

Hatred fills all around,

And I get mad every time,

A white person says and frowns,

“Oh that's sad, slavery was terrible all around”,

I say “I know”.

And I think,

Maybe if it was two-hundred years back around,

I’d be on the getting whipped,

By your ancestors all around.

And I might be getting raped on the ground,

Cuz’ I was asking’  for it.


But I smile,

Even though I’m hostile,

‘Cuz I really don’t wanna seem volatile.

Don’t wanna be that angry black person,

Who’d be screaming for miles,

Cuz’ a white person tried to emphasize with our trials.


But what do I know about being black?

I’m a middle-class white girl,

Who likes Starbucks, right?

A little OREO,

Who doesn’t know anything, right?

Someone who tries  to act white,

So they don’t have to fight.

But Imma fight for my blackness,

Till’ that's all I got,

Cuz’ my unblackness is all I ever thought.

Crafted from secularity of Austin, Malaya Wright is a mixture of curiosity, liveliness, and playfulness. She enjoys hyper-interactive video games, learning about different cultures and languages, discussing philosophy, and listening to a wide variety of music. Malaya strives to be a game developer, that creates the ultimate gaming experience.