***A/N: Hey guys it's your girl here giving you a new story. I hope you like this little poem I wrote. It's suppose to set a tone for the story. Now the reason why I am writing this story is because I read some of the Boondocks comic strips and saw that Jazmine didn't really appreciate her black heritage. In my opinion it seemed like she hated herself and wanted to be something that she wasn't. I am a black woman and some people would consider me to be multi racial because of my roots (My ethnic background). I use to to identify myself as multiracial in order to try and distance myself from being black as much as possible. Over the years I have come to embrace my blackness as well as my other ethnic sides. The more I read of the strips about Jazmine the more I was able get an understanding of her character. There is a internal struggle that you face as a person being apart of what's called mixed. Society picks you apart and tries to put a label on your ethnicity, then deems one race to be superior over another. Physiologically this puts you in a disposition because you are then forced to choose only a apart of yourself to identify with verses as just accepting all parts. This can have a major impact on how you as a person view other people and their ethnic backgrounds. It's so sad that some of us let society pick us apart and put a label on us, deciding what is not acceptable and what is. But anyways that was my little rant lol I will be writing all of the poetry you see in this story so let me know what you think ^^. I'll try to have the first chapter uploaded to your guys soon so don't worry. Also don't forget to check out my other stories as well. R&R, Follow, and Favorite me and like always.

Until We Meet Again Guys

~Number1dbzgal

Cooness to Wokeness

Cooness to wokeness
Cooness to wokeness
Cooness to wokeness

Cooness to wokeness now
I'm too young to be this burnt out (now)
All my life I've been told stories
Of gods and messiahs and their righteous glories
The schools teach you to read and write
They don't teach you that your ancestors were born to fight
They don't want you to know your own self worth
Listen close black kids cause it's you that rules the earth
Eumelanin, pheomelanin, Neuromelanin that's melanin
Color pigment that lives in your skin
Appreciate and love it cause its what you live in

Cooness to wokeness
Cooness to wokeness
Cooness to wokeness

Used to be a cute, sweet lil girl till
Society chewed me up n' spat me out back against the world
Use to hate my hair, use to hate my skin,
Use to hate my own body that I live in,
Use to want to be white so damn bad
Thought about bleachin' my skin I mean it was so damn sad
Till my dad,
sat me down and had a talk with me
He said "White girls wanna be you can't you see?
Fake lips, fake ass, fake tans and shit
They wanna be like us cause we're so fucking lit"

Cooness to wokeness
Cooness to wokeness
Cooness to wokeness

My mental began to crumble
Almost as if my mindset was a fumble
Felt my mental state slowly rearrange
Tryin' to wrap my brain around this new change
This new feeling of being self aware
Questioning the economic welfare
Of my fellow black people
I began forming my mindset into something lethal
If only thoughts could kill
Its their blood I'd spill
I'd go back in time before my ancestors were put on that boat
To kill those colonizers with a gun to their throat
Click clack blow there'd be nothin' left but this gun smoke

Cooness to wokeness
Cooness to wokeness
Cooness to wokeness

A/N: Chapter 1 coming soon...

Jazmine- Huey?

Huey- Yes?

Jazmine- Do you think I'm pretty?

Huey- Yes, why do you ask?

Jazmine-...I don't feel pretty...

Huey- Why not?

Jazmine- *Frowns* Because my hair won't get straight the way I want. It always poofs up because of the humidity.

Huey- It's an afro. It's suppose to. My hair does it too.

Jazmine- *glares* I do not have an afro! My hair is just a little curly! *Walks away*

Huey- *shakes head and sighs* She's got a lot of pent up self hate.