You’re not allowed to be too intelligent. Stick with being articulate. Don’t be too logical or reasonable. Don’t score high on standardized tests, even if you test well. If you get into a “good” school, know that you only got in because you’re a minority.
You’re not allowed to study dinosaurs. Ain’t no black paleontologists and ain’t nobody got 17 dollars for a pewter replica of a Deinonychus claw. Light bill ain’t gone pay itself.
You’re not allowed to read Spider-Man. Put that back. You don’t have time to have your head up your ass. Blacks can only be doctors, lawyers, drill sergeants, teachers, nurses, athletes, rappers, dope boys, or occasionally bus drivers. Practice your jump shot. Write 75 bars.
You’re not allowed to make Superman a black person. You’d do better to create new black heroes instead of making old superheroes black when they’re already perfectly white. What if Black Panther was a white dude?
You’re not allowed to roll an elven character. There are no black elves. You can be an orc, though. You kind of look like one. It’s the lips.
No watching those Japanese cartoons before Sunday school. I don’t care what Joyce’s son does. Besides, he got problems. In fact, you’re gonna pray for him at Sunday school. Turn that mess off.
You’re not allowed to write “ghetto dramas.” You’re not allowed to create characters that have depth or complexity unless their suffering girds others in some way. Your women and men can’t be seen loving each other in polite company. You’re not allowed to exist outside of the ghetto, the 19th century, or certain parts of the suburbs that are deemed acceptable.
You’re not allowed to have black people in any galaxies that are far, far away. Mae Jemison was enough, and you got Nichelle Nichols as a bonus. You can’t swim anyway, so you won’t be able to handle Zero-G.
You’re not allowed to exist in medieval Europe, nor are you allowed to exist in places that have nothing to do with medieval Europe, but feature one or more castles and/or dragons. In these settings, you’re not allowed to carry a sword unless you fall on it at a moment that best serves the plot.
You’re not allowed to listen to Project Pat, Big K.R.I.T., Rick Ross, or any other rappers who come from below the Mason-Dixon line. That’s not Hip-Hop. Only listen to Rakim and Wu-Tang.
You’re not allowed to say nigga. We buried that word long ago, and self-respecting niggas don’t use it.
You’re not allowed to wear Air Jordans, you New Slave. That money could go toward you actually paying for college.
You’re not allowed to be smaller, you’re not allowed to disappear. You must be larger than life; ass big, dick big, laugh big, spirit big, (errythang real big). You’re not allowed to resist our consumption of these parts of you.
You’re not allowed to be a Christian. White Jesus is what got our people all mixed up in the first place. How you gonna worship a God that looks like your oppressor? You Uncle Tom ass Negropean.
You’re not allowed to challenge how black women are depicted. God wouldn’t have given me the ability to draw if he didn’t want me to draw naked glistening big booty black stripper assassins. Besides, they ain’t gotta read it. Stop trying to get feminism cookies, nigga.
You’re not allowed to have a better deck than me. You can’t buy booster packs with food stamps.
You’re not allowed to walk outside at night. You’re not allowed to cosplay, sleep in your living room with your aunt, jaywalk, play your nigga music too loud, ask for help after being in a car accident, or drink Arizona iced tea even though it’s 99 cents. Follow the rules, you’re not allowed to not follow the rules.
You’re not allowed to talk black. Pick those g’s up off the floor. You’re not allowed to talk white, but if you do, make sure you tell all the other blacks how much you got teased about it.
You’re not allowed to criticize Hollywood film studios, Marvel & DC Comics, Ubisoft, or Disney. Instead of talking tough, get out there and make your own.
Don’t talk about cultural appropriation, it doesn’t exist. Black people only have culture because white people gave it to them.
You’re not allowed to protest, either with your body or with your art, because you’ll make me late for work. Don’t you people have jobs?
If you don’t like these rules, you’re not allowed to complain. You ARE, however, allowed to go back to Africa.
–Background Photograph by William J Serson