This is the part where I define me,
Brit-Naija-American, Black trinity,
To all with their own labels to assign me,
I reject your constrained hypothesis
I give myself my own labels that pertain to,
All the different ways I am human,
These are the things that make me who am,
All the things you can’t understand,
And I promise you,
I promise,
Thought you do not believe,
That I am not your N.B.C.
Yeah, I promise you,
I promise,
Though you shake,
And bereave,
That I am NOT your N.B.C.
I am Black which makes me atypical,
Black gal, which makes me quite typical,
Not your homie, your ratchet, your gangster,
your good one,
Just a Naija trying to live my life here
Not Black enough nor
White enough for you,
But I know Black folks
Who dig anime, too,
I ain’t special, but I’m
brilliant undoubtedly,
Ain’t gonna take your white supremacist bs, ya see
Swagger of Tupac,
brains of Malcolm X,
Strength of Audre Lorde,
Bravado of Lil Nas X,
I got the Blackest behind me,
The Blackest within me
The Blackest in front, diagonal, and all around me,
Try and test me,
Go ahead,
I dare ya,
Test this Blackacademic’s based memorabilia
Naw, you jealous
Of my attitude,
Craving my Black
Swagitude,
Go home to your suburb and snivel, yeah
That’s why I promise you,
I promise,
Thought you do not believe,
That I am not your N.B.C.
Yeah, I promise you,
I promise,
Though you shake,
And you grieve,
That I am NOT your N.B.C.
I’m not your side chick, baby mama, or hoe-down,
Not your virgin, nor your slut, though I get down,
I’m phenomenally genderflux,
Yeah that’s me,
Phenomenally woman,
Phenomenally NB,
I defy the boxes that you put on me,
Misogynistic Black and white dichotomy
Call me wild, call me hood, call me bad, call me good,
But Imma call me the things that I know to be
Not super feminine,
And not super masculine,
But into dresses, Barbies
Legos, and paintballing
You got a problem with my shoulders,
Got a problem with my waist?
I got a problem with your attitude,
Get with it,
As a queer fat Black
Who’s disabled
Gender’s guarded from me
Like a stable
But I don’t mind it,
I’m willing and I’m able,
To take it back
And make a new label
But don’t get it twisted,
I don’t tolerate slander
Or fools who wanna slur
And take a gander
You’re just boxing me up,
And boxing me in,
And I won’t take it,
Won’t obey it, no, never
That’s why I promise you,
I promise,
Thought you do not believe,
That I am not your N.B.C.
Yeah, I promise you,
I promise,
Though you weep,
And you grieve,
That I am NOT your N.B.C.
I’m disabled,
That’s it,
Nothing else
I ain’t special,
Handicapped,
Er something else
If it makes you un-comfy,
Then you can’t hang with me,
Bye-bye, move on to someone else
Just cause I look like I can run a marathon,
It don’t mean that I should run a marathon,
Imma wheel like Ali Stroker,
Go figure, you don’t know her,
Let’s use Harriet Tubman instead
I’ll lead you to freedom,
Just give me a break,
Can’t do more than what I’m willing to take,
But, I’m capable of whatever you’re asking,
Disability made me good at multi-tasking,
I get the scooter when my feet are killing me
Get the surgery whenever it need be,
Get the therapy, even though it ain’t free,
Say it loud,
I’m disabled and proud
And I promise you,
I promise,
Thought you do not believe,
That I am not your N.B.C.
Yeah, I promise you,
I promise,
Though you sob,
And you grieve,
That I am NOT your N.B.C.
I’m not your
Dis/Abled
Not your
Wo/Man
Not your
Black, well you can’t really divide it, but you get it!
Not your
Ab/Normal
Not your
Bi/Sexual
Not your, white dominant in an alternate cover
And it frustrates me,
Yeah it really gets me,
There’s a whole periodic table of the things I could be,
But screw norms, standards, and chemistry, for I am NOT your N.B.C.
And I promise you,
I promise,
Thought you do not believe,
That I am not your Nipple Bigger Critch
Yeah, I promise you,
I promise,
Though you sob,
And you grieve,
That I am NOT your N.B.C.
