A Fallen Soldier: An Old Fan's View on a New Man

Come on

Wake up Mr. West.

You touched the sky

But you let a golddigger get you.

And I know you’re not heartless, but its like you have no mercy.

And I guess it comes from all those flashing lights and being famous,

But you were a black skinhead but now I see your love for us is fading.

Will your daughter know?

Will she know they’re cornrows?

Will she bask in the glory of her blackness or will she confuse it with her Kardashianness?

Will you let her know that being black and a female in America puts you more likely to be economically at the bottom?

Or is she going to throw her connections in her peoples face?

Does her mother reconize that her child is black?

Does she know she can’t appropriate your daughters culture?

Mr. West I’m not attacking,

I just want to know.

Mr. West, you grew up black

Will North Grow up black too?

Will Saint know that we are being shot dead in the street?

And that our fighters are getting constantly beat?

Will he know that most of us have to talk to our sons about what to do if they get pulled over?

And how our wounds stay open to exposure?

Will you talk to him about it?

I am sure their mom is a loving one

But she has no idea how it feels to be black in America.

Do you tell her this?

Do you tell her that some of her family's “inventions” in the fashion world were already being done by us?

Even if they recognize it, why don’t you tell them to quote us next time?

To @ us

To recognize us

To see us

Do you know us anymore?

I don’t think you do

You don’t fight for us anymore, Mr. West

You were a general

Top in command

Mr. West you helped me be okay with being black

It is because his skin is blacker than liquorice now

And they do want us all behind bars

And you're already there

And you're M.I.A

And you're not a general anymore

And you're not a fighter anymore

And you’re not even someone to look up to anymore

And we don’t know who you are anymore

And it was our struggles that you talked about to put you on the top

Not our as in us and you, but our as in all of us

Because you ARE us

Your KIDS ARE US

Your silence DEFEATS US Do you even remember us?