How did we get here, where we don't belong? We are birthers, racist against ourselves, not wanting someone of our color to be in charge of our lives.
We are showroom birthers. We are standing here exposing ourselves in the public domain of our friends and enemies, we go on campaigns to discredit ourselves, to evade the question of what we do, and think of credentials, of paper work, notary publics, the awards, degrees, the clubs we're born in and the clubs we join. We look around and change our pose. We are birthers.
We're being watched and we feel our pulse. We have claims to authenticity, and we refuse to acknowledge them. No amount of proof will demonstrate to us our own validity. We cannot be accepted. We are not natural born.
We go on the television in our minds, and insinuate that we are ineligible to be who we are. We start to move, and we break the glass. We go into a club and there we start to dance. We are birthers.
There is a mechanism, a network of misinformation in ourselves. No matter what we put in our minds this will not be put to rest. We step out and take a walk through the city.