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My knowledge is yours to take and appropriate. The Blackman can never exceed the white man’s * dreams, for whatever he has acquired you believe stems from you; therefore, you decree it does not belong to him. You have the intellectual rights to his mind. But, alas, this is the price he pays for your kind introducing him to ‘civilisation’.
I should not attempt to exceed your expectations of me. I should know my place, you being the narrator of history. And so you plunder and decimate our hearts and minds.
You expect me not to feel hate despite blatant physical and emotional acts of coercion; this word, hate, you label as being symbolic of a negative trait, especially when delineated by my kind. Need I remind you of the thugs on Capitol Hill, January 2021, or your players on the cricket fields and spectators in the football stands.
You label me mad if I tell you of my discontentment. A Blackman cannot express love or hate. I should embrace your world of pretence: you pretending to understand being biased and embracing diversity. It is thus all a travesty.
You have continuously appropriated our knowledge, yet you see us as lesser beings. You need us to conform to your paradigm of understanding. Everyday day I live takes courage. I stand a testament to this age.
