If you ain't never been  Black, Colored, Negro, Africa American, African,   or been called worse, then  disregard this notice.........  

I'M NOT GIVING MY BLACK BACK  
I'm Not Giving My Black Back! I'm not giving up my greens or my grits or   saying "girl" and putting my hands on my hips. You see...Life for   me ain't been no crystal stair and I'm not giving up Rosa Parks, Fannie Lou Hammer,   Mary McLeod Bethune, Sojourner Truth, Madame C J. Walker, Toni Morrison   or Dr. Maya Angelou, 'cause you see, I am a phenomenal woman and I'm not   giving my black back.  

I'm not giving up my crown, waves, braids, curls, locks, kinks, scarves   or Muslim garb. I'm not giving up sitting in Ma's kitchen eating peach   cobbler or sweet potato pie and hearing her ask me, "How you doing baby"?  

I'm not giving up going to "You Buy, We Fry" on Fridays, or barbecues on   Saturday, playing bid whist, spades and slammin' those dominoes.  

I'm not giving back Harriet Tubman's train, Soul Train, Coltrane or the   midnight train to Georgia. Â Now, you can meet me at the function at the   junction but I still won't give up B.B. King, the Whispers, Fancy Ms.   Nancy, Lena Horne, the Philadelphia Sound, Motown or the Temptations.  
'Cause you see, it's the way we do the things we do, like building the   pyramids that still stand...made by our forefathers' hands where the   diamonds, oil, silver and gold are buried in our rich dark land.  

I'm not giving my black back! I'm happy being happy with my wide hips and   my wide nose and the rich melanin in my skin. I love putting lotion on my   ashy legs.  

Oh, I'm happy being nappy and being in the skin that I'm in.

I won't deny   or forget my ancestors who lay in a wet grave at the bottom of the sea in   the Middle Passage from slave trade.  

And I won't give up on our youth of today who still need a way made. I   won't give back Miles even though he didn't smile. I won't give back   Marvin Gaye, Richard Pryor, Phyllis Hyman, Billie Holiday or Billy   Eckstein, Jackie Robinson or Jackie Wilson.  

I won't give back the electric slide, Alvin Ailey, Bojangles or Debbie   Allen. You think I'd give up reading my Jet, Ebony, Essence, Emerge, Black   Enterprise, Heart and Soul or Upscale magazines? For we are a colorful   people.  
Like Curtis Mayfield sang, we are a people that are "darker than blue."   We  are honey, cinnamon, mahogany and chocolate. We are REDD Fox, James BROWN,   Barry WHITE, The Mothers of the Church dressed in WHITE, The Color PURPLE,   the Lady Who Sings the BLUES and we are Al GREEN with love and happiness.   Oh, NO... I'm not giving my black back!  

I'm not giving back Magic, Martin, Medgar, Malcolm, Mandela,   Marley, Marcus, Muhammad Ali, Michael (Jordan or Jackson) or the Million   Man March.   I'm not giving my black back.  

I'm not giving up cheering for the black athlete, ball player, coach,   owner, runner, skier, ice skater, team, musician, singer, politician,   actor, director, superstar, underdog, novice or veteran and being upset   when they fail in some way. I'm not giving back my black!