Revisionist History

The musician is the document: an aural transcription of
Experience and perception through the vantage point of self.
And if music is the message, for the negro,
The music is the black critique.
It's our tool to analyze the ignorance behind the face of
The malignant genius: the depth behind a blurred perception
And the rhythm of the enigma.
This minstrel dance took centuries to develop, but its creation
Exposes the prodigious clockwork behind racism
And hate in western society.
Have we learned anything?
Do we know who we are and where we belong?
Does our skin reasonably elicit fear and negative judgment?
Can we uniformly agree that my culture is far from uniform?
If my blackness is a costume, fabricated by stereotypes,
What symbolizes my true identity?

Eugenically speaking, the blacks are less evolved creatures
And therefore not subject to humane treatment.

We've been given an ever-changing bag of duplicitous euphemisms
To choose from, but do they really define me?
Under the presumption that my blackness has no color,
And under the belief that we are the nameless heroes of America,
I present to you the document.

"REVISIONIST HISTORY 101"