By Chukwudi Okafor
Who am I:
A black man, or a man who is black?
There is a difference, but is there separation?
Are they both the same man, or two different people?
I cannot avoid the labels,
They’re everywhere I look,
A part of everything I see,
Even some of the things I want to be.
But does that make them okay, then?
And do my choices legitimize certain labels over others
And enliven my prejudices within?
It needs to be questioned:
Do I internalize sin?