Growing up in Hawaii I hated this color just as much as so many,
The White American Male, the Caucasian Killer, we the “walking talking exigent circumstances”
We, “we straight nightmares,” when pale ghosts that look like us arrived on these shores, haunting, plotting, with terror
blowing up a culture
Growing up I hated this color
Or as we say lovingly here
Fuck you haole
If I could
Rip this mask off
And show my Souls face
Free from clowning
Free from frowning
Free from drowning
In this repressed depression
That I been Reppin’ for so many long years
Tattooed my skin to tell the story from within and so at last I could be okay to feel the wind upon said skin
Okinawan, Chinese, Irish, English, German my Chinese Grandma last name was Hee and Everyone knew she was Hawaiian
A year before she died we found 9 decades a lie for on the birth certificate of her Own Grandmother was the words that read
And the most important one
I guess it is okay now, right, after all a man told me once, we didn’t know you were a half breed
And then one day as I was walking down the street, this Brother, I can say that right? Well I can’t take it back. Sigh. My man rolls up and I am not making this up, he says:
Chocolate! Chocolate! My Brother you are Chocolate! We talk for awhile and it was truly random, from the Lakers to the Warriors, to Cali, then he said Chocolate, you sexy, man you handsome. But here’s one thing, don’t get no more tattoos, why you covering up your skin, everything about you is Chocolate, and guess what, your Chocolate is within you.
He took my hand and shook it, my Brother Vincent wouldn’t let it go, he said Chocolate I love you. And then he let it go. I am secure enough in who I am to tell that to another man but before I let you go will you shake my hand again?
I shook his hand again and he looked me in the eye. He said guess what to me and my friend, this is a good man here, and that’s no lie. He let my hand go and he said just listen, one more thing, I’ma call you Chocolate Biscuit, now through your Chocolate Soul let sweetness that ring.
So when I say Brother, truly this man saw me as such. Reminds of a time back in college when the Hawaiians said I wasn’t white, I was just light-skinned Hawaiian.
I hated this whiteness, couldn’t stand the reflection. All I wished when I was younger was to not draw any attention
To my skin
And the sin
Of those I never knew
Committed so much evil
Just because it is true
Evil lives within our beings if we don’t keep it in check. So fuck all the bullshit and let it go cause Stay one choice to live lidat. Yeah we can’t impact the powers that be the way they are. But we each can touch a life each day whether that is at home, at work, in a post, on a stage here, or in a bar.
Let us rewind I don’t hate my skin so much I think I am just disappointed.
That despite the man who gave his life that we be anointed and despite the man who sat beneath the tree that we be free and despite those, all those and these beautiful women who gave so much of their lives to be our mothers that gave those two men so many of faith follow, and each and everyone of us, life, I am disappointed
That we don’t know the unconditional love of a mother, for one another.
Chocolate Biscuit you one sexy man!
I never thought I was good looking because the color of my skin, I never thought I belonged here in my home, the islands where Aloha called me, to serve, to speak, this place where I was born and my family on both sides dates back to a time when the Queen wasn’t locked up on house arrest and the rich motherfuckers plotted to make more money see.
You see we got it all wrong. God sends the sun to shine and rain to fall on all of us regardless of our color, the true divide, where hate resides, if I may OPINE originates from another
An evil so powerful that those who wield it cannot see, that when We stand next to them, all they feel is here is another lesser, a lesser less than me.
So they play us against each other
You see these wealthy swine perpetuate discord to serve themselves. War here, peace there they couldn’t care so long as it doesn’t negatively impact their books and balance statements.
Wake up people, stop being racist, the battle shouldn’t be against each other, when we more alike and the rich enemy, forgot, they the other. Not the other way around. They’re the minority. They the 1% be scared.
Let’s rally and unite because there is more alike between the races than we been playin
Let’s learn to celebrate our differences and embrace where we align. Cause isn’t it about damn time?
If the life of the land is perpetuated in righteousness than what the fuck are we doing? There is more to life and love than a cycle of screwing another soul just because we have been taught to hate the mask.
Cause One day we all lose our masks, all times up and those left can either be brewing in the same mess or cooking up a delicious melting pot of stew, the blend of flavor just perfect, each parts need, just like we, just like you.
Thank you, Now it is time for dessert, the chocolate biscuit has been baked, and is happy to serve you.