What are we...

My fellow people of darker skin tones and nappy hair...

I am confused...

What are we?

Are we black?

Are We African-American?

Are we oppressed?

Are we free?

Are we ignorant?

Are we ghetto?

Are we bourgeois?

Are we winning?

Are we losing?

Are we even in the game?

Are we the people who were chosen?

Are we the ones promised the land?

Are we the builders of this country?

Are we the destructors of ourselves?

Are we the ones who unveiled the secrets of the universe?

Are we the veil over our own eyes?

Are we embarrassing?

Are we embarrassed?

Are we the fooled?

Are we the foolish?

Are we even fooling anyone?

Are making our own beds to lie in?

Or are our beds making us complacent and passion-driven to the point of outward stupidity and insolent lack of remorse?

Are we overcoming?

Or is the weight of our suffering, problems, no solutions and false promises coming over us?

Are we there?

Or do we have miles yet to go?

My people, my people, my people...

What are we??