American. Who is American? Everyone defines it differently. For some, it's a source of pride, while others use it as a insult. Referring to someone as an American all comes down to intent.
I wonder what other people think being a Black American feels like. I'm talking about slavery-descendant Black. We were never meant to be here, we didn't choose to come here and this doesn't feel like "home". Our new natural disposition is displacement and that is both unsettling and upsetting.
But here we are laying low, in the only home we know, treading water just to make to tomorrow. Hoping by hook or crook, we survive long enough to get our name in the book. Never knowing if its our foe or our friend that'll bring our life to an end. In this Tsumani called the justice system, just watching the tides rise on our gradual demise. Knowing that's what the situation is like, I'm gonna just be myself.
Black unapologetically. Rude and Crude, if it serves me. And red-blood American. Well... de Facto.