Sy Stokes – The Black Bruins

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When we were children we learned how to mix colors with a paintbrush
We learned that white mixed with anything makes it brighter
But we wouldn't dare mix anything with brown or black or else our entire creation would be ruined

What we failed to realize
Was that the untouched dark section of the paint brush palette
Became the symbol of the melanin in our skin
The painters only used us to write words that were dark enough to be Noticed on a white background
So if words are all we are good for
Then don't you dare tell us to silence our voices when we choose to speak

Now you tell me
That I should be proud to be at UCLA
When only 35 of us are predicted to walk across that stage
When most of us are dropping out from the lack of financial aid, while Judy Olian, Dean of Anderson School of Management
Just spent $647,000 on first-class flights and hotel stays.

The waiting for an apology
Is asking for the impossible
Because no snowflake in an avalanche ever feels responsible.
But you tell me
I should be proud to be a Bruin
When we have more national championships
Than we do black male freshmen

It's evident that our only purpose here is to improve your winning percentage
So now black high school kids can care less about grades
Just as long as the number on the back of their jersey doesn't fade
And you tell me I'm should to be proud to be a Bruin

But according to Professor Sander,
3.3% is far too many black kids.
On his perfectly paved roads there are far too many black skids.
This school is not diverse just because you put it on a pamphlet,
But you'll name a building after Albert Carnesale who publicly opposes affirmative action.
The action
That can make our fraction on your demographic pie chart
Look more than just a second hand on a clock
Its all...talk


Just to maintain this fraudulent reputation
Of this institutionalized racist corporation

They don't care about the cultural limitations of being a minority in society
So we have become our own painters
With our own palettes
And we have voices that speak defiantly
So we ignite the flames to help us find the path to our future
Increasing graduations
Not incarcerations
Transforming education
Because our numbers can't be any fewer

So don't be surprised that we have become rebellious for what has happened to us
When every black student in class feels like Rosa Parks on the bus
We are trying to rewind time with role reversal as our revenge
Because we have no other choice when the university refuses to come to our defense
But we've come come too far
To let history repeat itself
Even when they are peeling off the dark fur of the Bruin pelt
because our faces are just used to cover up from the public what's Really inside
Revitalizing lies to perpetuate your disguise
Stop pretending
That the wounds of our past have healed
We are not asking for a handout
We are asking for a level playing field

Those with less opportunity are fighting for their position trying to find their place
But those with privilege
Are hitting triples, when they were already born on third base

So with all my brothers' hopes and dreams
That this university has tried to ruin
How to hell am I supposed to be proud
To call myself...a BRUIN?

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