It’s the culture we’re in. I became open
About my spirituality, to reveal the nature
Of my ethnicity, to abandon my roots
Of my cultural identity with regret of
Losing my sexuality outside the creed of public
Scrutiny. When trouble
Arrives, to know the naked truth
We learn to lean on to Origins
Our palms itch with greed, painted faces
Nurturing relationships of sexuality
Lean on to the relationships that bond us
And gravitated us. That’s Dope, by Angela K Brown
D o p e, D o p e, D o p e, that’s dope
Keep it on the down low, its dope
We all have problems, the dope we hide
We Cry, we keep our true feelings
Bottled up inside. The light I am in
That one empty chair, thoughts suicide
Memories of the moment, and that
One blank stare. Rough times of making
Difficult decisions, a beacon of hope
Defining our position. We lean to someone
To listen. From the company we keep, the
Uncertainty of truth. My conscious regret
Came back at me; Of who I am
My blackness, my pride and
My point of view; the affirmation of my
Roots. Fried fish and cole slaw, collard greens
And hot water corn bread and spaghetti. lean on, to hear. It
Is from the love personality and forgiveness
That transitions. A penny for
Your thoughts? It was the look of regret
The darkness of sin. That’s dope
Keepen it real on the down low
Lean on lean on lean on me We fail to reason
To understand why. I’ll meet you half way
Upon making a decision, my hommie
Let’s keep it down low. We
Asked God’s mercy for the family tradition. We are what
We Eat.