They take my kindness for

weakness. They take my silence for


They consider my uniqueness

strange. They call my language


They see my confidence as conceit.

They see my mistakes as defeat.

They consider my success

accidental. They minimize my

intelligence to "potential".

My questions mean "I'm unaware".

My advancement is somehow


Any praise is preferential

treatment. To voice concern is


If I stand up for myself, I'm too

defensive. If I don't trust them, I'm

too apprehensive.

I'm defiant if I separate. Yet, I'm

fake if I assimilate.

So, constantly I am faced with

work place hate. My character is

constantly under attack.

Pride for my race makes me, "TOO

BLACK". Yet, I can only be me. And,

who am I you might ask? I am that

Strong Black Person... Who stands

on the backs of my ancestor's?

Achievements, with an erect spine

pointing to the stars with pride,

Dignity and respect which lets the

work place in America know, that I

not only possess the ability to play

by the rules, but I can make them

as Well!

Black History 365

P.S. Pass -it on to your black coworkers.

Good, Better, Best, Never

ever rest Until YOUR Good is Better

and YOUR Better is Best!

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