Title: Questions That I ask Myself

By: William Bradley

Date: 5-6-02

Questions that I ask my self, when I just sit and think and analyze life all by myself

I think some crazy things when I’m by myself, just sitting in my bed thinking to myself

Who Am I?

I am what I am

Who AM I?

I am half black and half white

Who Am I?

To some half nigger and half honky?

Who Am I?

A child of GOD

Who Am I?

Honestly, I do not know

Who Am I?

I am the one you see everyday

I am the one you walk right by and don’t even say Hey!

I am the one that laughs when I am happy

I am the one that cries when sad

I am the one that will take the fall for you

I am the teacher, the student, leader, and the follower

Questions that I ask my self, when I just sit and think and analyze life all by myself

I think some crazy things when I’m by myself, just sitting in my bed thinking to myself

Do I belong?

Do I fit in?

Will I be accepted?

Of course

I am different

I am the same

I can relate to your pain

Questions that I ask my self, when I just sit and think and analyze life all by myself

I think some crazy things when I’m by myself, just sitting in my bed thinking to myself

What if there was no race? No black or no white?

Would we still be prejudiced, racist, and oppressed?

What if there was not death would there be life?

What if history was changed, slavery reversed, black ladies see white boys and clinch their purse?

What if the world stopped, no more time, wouldn’t need a watch?

What if there was no terrorism no wars, no hate?

What if black was the superior race?

No laws, no jails, no cops

Life is crazy,

Questions that I ask my self, when I just sit and think and analyze life all by myself

I think some crazy things when I’m by myself, just sitting in my bed thinking to myself

Why did Grandma, have to die, before I could say goodbye?

Why do I think Christianity is the only way to go, so many different religions, let me give one a try?

Why would I get starred at if I have an Asian girl holding my hand?

What if I did not get clipped from behind, my back still ok; I’m able to play?

What if I never had the last drink and I gave the keys to my friend?

Questions that I ask my self, when I just sit and think and analyze life all by myself

I think some crazy things when I’m by myself, just sitting in my bed thinking to myself

Commentary: This piece was adapted from a song by Sticky Fingaz I forgot the track number but it is on his Kirk Jones album I created this for an assignment for an Ethnic Women's Studies class in college and I was unable to read it I got in front of the class and began, but it was as if my voice had left me I started to tear up That may sound strange, but that was an emotional class