An MKR Poem
Black America, I hate the hypocrisy
Of you loving Madea but hating on me
It’s clear for the whole wide world to see
How you treat your transgender family
Spending the cash to see a drag show
But if your child’s transgender, out the door they go
To a cruel and tragic street way of life
Filled with anguish, torment and strife
Homies riffing on transwomen every day
Then roll into gay nightclubs and wanna play
Desiring the gurls with something extra
And begging and pleading for her to sex ya
Black churchgoers sending love Tyler Perry’s way
How much love would they show him if he were gay?
RuPaul’s already answered your question, silly
Miss Thang’s reception has been quite chilly
You Black gay peeps ain’t off the hook
Time to read y’all like a discount book
We’re not mocking gender roles, boo
Wanna honestly live our lives just like you
Whether you’re butch, femme or SGL
We’re Black, proud and all catching hell
Our enemies think we’re all lower than maggots
And just like you they call me faggot
Taking a moment to shed a tear
For my sistahs that are no longer here
For many reasons they met an untimely demise
My transsistahs be happy, be careful, be wise
We ain’t asking for much, don’t want any pity
Just show us some love in all the chocolate cities
Now run tell this to your daddy and mama
We’re sick and tired of all the ignorance and the drama
Black America, please don’t be so mean
Y’all show Madea much love on the silver screen
Your transgender brothers and sistahs hope and pray
You’ll show us the same level of love someday.
I pray that I live long enough to see
The day y’all love Madea
And unconditionally love me