What if my black does crack

And I’m crushed by the weight carried on my ancestors’ backs

What if I’m not strong enough to live up to their dreams

And I never understand what black excellence truly means

What if I think I’m paying my dues by having it rough

And then realize I’m just not good enough

What if I stand on a pillar of queer intersectionality

And one day realize that none of who I am is the real me

What if I strive to change the world, aspire to be great

But by the time I shake the fear I realize I’m too late

What if I devote my life to correcting my grandma’s pain

And realize on my deathbed that I spent my life hurting just the same

What if I work hard, break the cycle, heal the damage that’s been done

And then realize everything I hated is everything I’ve become