The Black American Poem

By Smokey Robinson

I love being Black. I love being called Black. I love being an American.

I love being a Black American, but as a Black man in this country I think it’s a shame that every few years we get a change of name.

Since those first ships arrived here from Africa that came across the sea there were already Black men in this country who were free.

And as for those that came over here on those terrible boats, they were called niggah and slave and told what to do and how to behave.

And then master started trippin’ and doing his midnight tippin’, down to the slave shacks where he forced he and Great-Great Grandma to be together, and if Great-Great Grandpa protested, he got tarred and feathered.

And at the same time, the Black men in the country who were free, were mating with the tribes like the Apache and the Cherokee.

And as a result of all that, we’re a parade of every shade.

And as in this late day and age, you can be sure, they ain’t too many of us in this country whose bloodline is pure.

But, according to a geological, geographical, genealogy study published in Time Magazine, the Black African people were the first on the scene, so for what it’s worth, the Black African people were the first on earth and through migration, our characteristics started to change, and rearrange, to adapt to whatever climate we migrated to.

And that’s how I became me, and you became you.

So, if we gonna go back, let’s go all the way back, and if Adam was Black and Eve was Black, then that kind of makes it a natural fact that everybody in America is an African American.

Everybody in Europe is an African European; everybody in the Orient is an African Asian and so on and so on, that is, if the origin of man is what we’re gonna go on.

And if one drop of Black blood makes you Black like they say, then everybody’s Black anyway.

So quit trying to change my identity.

I’m already who I was meant to be I’m a Black American, born and raised.

And brother James Brown wrote a wonderful phrase, “Say it loud, I’m Black and I’m proud! Say it loud, I’m Black and I’m proud!”

Cause I’m proud to be Black and I ain’t never lived in Africa, and ’cause my Great-Great Granddaddy on my Daddy’s side did, don’t mean I want to go back.

Now I have nothing against Africa, it’s where some of the most beautiful places and people in the world are found.

But I’ve been blessed to go a lot of places in this world, and if you ask me where I choose to live, I pick America, hands down.

Now, by and by, we were called Negroes, and after while, that name has vanished.

Anyway, Negro is just how you say ‘black’ in Spanish.

Then, we were called colored, but shit, everybody’s one color or another, and I think it’s a shame that we hold that against each other.

And it seems like we reverted back to a time when being called Black was an insult, even if it was another Black man who said it, a fight would result, cause we’ve been so brainwashed that Black was wrong, So that even the yellow niggahs and black niggahs couldn’t get along.

But then, came the 1960s when we struggled and died to be called equal and Black, and we walked with pride with our heads held high and our shoulders pushed back, and Black was beautiful.

But, I guess that wasn’t good enough, cause now here they come with some other stuff.

Who comes up with this shit anyway?

Was it one, or a group of niggahs sitting around one day?

Feelin’ a little insecure again about being called Black and decided that African American sounded a little more exotic.

Well, I think you were being a little more neurotic.

It’s that same mentality that got “Amos and Andy” put off the air, cause they were embarrassed about the way the character’s spoke.

And as a result of that action, a lot of wonderful Black actors ended up broke.

When we were just laughin’ and have fun about ourselves.

So I say, “fuck you if you can’t take a joke.”

You didn’t see the “Beverly Hillbilly’s” being protested by white folks.

And if you think, that cause you think that being called African American set all Black people’s mind at ease…

Since we affectionately call each other “niggah”, I affectionately say to you, “niggah Please”.

How come I didn’t get the chance to vote on who I’d like to be?

Who gave you the right to make that decision for me?

I ain’t under your rule or in your dominion And I am entitled to my own opinion.

Now there are some African Americans here, but they recently moved here from places like Kenya, Ethiopia, Zambia, Zimbabwe, and Zaire.

But, not the brother who’s family has lived in the country for generations, occupying space in all the locations New York, Miami, L.A., Detroit, Chicago… Even if he’s wearing a dashiki and sporting an afro.

And, if you go to Africa in search of your race, you’ll find out quick you’re not an African American, You’re just a Black American in Africa takin’ up space.

Why you keep trying to attach yourself to a continent, where if you got the chance and you went, most people there would even claim you as one of them; as a pure bread daughter or son of them.

Your heritage is right here now, no matter what you call yourself or what you say And a lot of people died to make it that way.

And if you think America is a leader on inequality and suffering and grievin’, how come there so many people comin’ and so few leavin’?

Rather than all this ‘find fault with America’ fuck you promotin’, if you want to change something, use your privilege, get to the polls!

Commence to votin’!

God knows we’ve earned the right to be called American Americans and be free at last.

And rather than you movin’ forward progress, you dwelling in the past.

We’ve struggled too long; we’ve come too far.

Instead of focusing on who we were, let’s be proud of who we are.

We are the only people whose name is always a trend.

When is this shit gonna end?

Look at all the different colors of our skin…

Black is not our color. It’s our core.

It’s what we been livin’ and fightin’ and dyin’ for.

But if you choose to be called African American and that’s your preference, then I ‘ll give you that reference.

But I know on this issue I don’t stand alone on my own and if I do, then let me be me.

And I’d appreciate it if when you see me, you’d say, “there goes a man who says it loud I’m Black. I’m Black. I’m a Black American, and I’m proud”.

Cause I love being an American. And I love being Black. I love being called Black.

Yeah, I said it, and I don’t take it back.

Smokey Robinson
Def Poets, 3rd Season
May 16, 2003

22 comments


  1. I love this f-in poem.

    on April 14th, 2008 at 3:32 pm
  2. Where can I find this poem on CD?

    on June 30th, 2008 at 1:03 pm
  3. you can download it or maybe even find it on iTunes or something and burn it on a blank CD

    on August 21st, 2008 at 10:09 am
  4. [...] By Smokey Robinson [...]

    on February 5th, 2010 at 10:23 am
  5. Youtube has this as “A Black American” by Smokey Robinson.

    on February 18th, 2010 at 4:26 pm
  6. best poem i ever read. deserves an award

    on March 10th, 2010 at 3:14 pm
  7. amazing poem

    on May 7th, 2010 at 6:45 pm
  8. This is an amazing poem, intelligent thought, and justified opinion. How Mr. Robinson worded this is perfect. I truly enjoy reading this poem and watching Smokey Robinson give it voice.

    on December 8th, 2010 at 5:05 am
  9. Wow what a Blessing THANK YOU SIR

    on January 21st, 2011 at 7:49 am
  10. Smoky, thank you. We need to hear more and more people who loves being black. I am one and I am trying to change the mentality of the people on my radio broadcast, “Am I My Brother’s Keeper”, that airs every Friday night at 11:00pm EST. To connect with us dial 626-414-3469, and every Monday night at 9:00pm EST we have “Woman2Woman Talking To Men”. To connect to this broadcast dial 714-816-4636. Come help us educate and chage the minds of the people. God Bless!!!

    on January 28th, 2011 at 10:22 am
  11. Smokey, can I get your permission to use this on my talk show, please? I will await your reply.

    on January 28th, 2011 at 10:27 am
  12. People please. It sounds deep but when you really listen to it, it is a bunch of crap. He is just saying alot of things that sound deep and because it rhymes most of you think it is an excellent poem. What is really going on here? Have we become so shallow that anything that rhymes sounds deep. Give me a break.

    on April 21st, 2011 at 1:39 pm
  13. Who ever #12 is has a serious problem if he or she thinks the impact of this poem is due to the poetic appeal.
    This poem is right on point in every aspect,from Amos and Andy to the paranoid name changes. I’ll bet #12 is young,never seen a colored and white rest room sign,and probably wears a Daichiki,and thinks Genetics is a video game

    on May 21st, 2011 at 1:00 pm
  14. Seriously Said should be called Seriously Sad. Everything that Smokey said in that poem was the truth. Sad that there are people who are too blind to see the truth. It was an excellent, truthful, example of what has gone on here and abroad with African Americans. In no other country are you identified by your supposed “color”. When it comes to race, I belong to the “human race”. Thank you #12. And thank you Smokey for this poem.

    on June 11th, 2011 at 10:44 pm
  15. This poem has some excellent points, but it seem to suggest that we should forget where we came from. The way has been treated should be clear enough for anyone to see that black people will never be accepted as Americans. “If you don’t know where you came from you do not where you are going and anyplace you find yourself will do”. If you don’t know where you are going, any road will take you there. You right on #12.

    on August 26th, 2011 at 8:53 pm
  16. Re:#15 Should read “The way the president has been treated”.

    on August 26th, 2011 at 8:57 pm
  17. Until we as a people accept that our history did not start with the enslavement of our foreparents and that we were never called “nigger” until we came into contact with the devil himself, we will voluntarily remain the slaves that our foreparents were forced into being.

    on October 16th, 2011 at 6:57 pm
  18. I love dis poem tooo much

    on January 25th, 2012 at 12:47 pm
  19. I love this poem. It is especially moving when you hear Smokey reciting it.

    on March 6th, 2012 at 4:27 pm
  20. That’s real Black poetic type shit my devotion toward’s that is a loyal greatness.

    on June 24th, 2012 at 2:30 am
  21. This does not suggest we forget where we come from, he’s just saying we don’t have to keep changing because people want to keep us in our place.

    on February 9th, 2013 at 12:38 am
  22. Just where is the black community? Blacks live all over. Not just one neighborhood. My place is wherever I choose to be at that moment. No-one is going to hold me back.

    on February 9th, 2013 at 12:44 am

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