It’s said to be no black blood left on this earth we build,
One must know the resilience placed in our favor.
White people: we are the chosen one…
maybe that’s the reason why you hate us so much.
You constantly tore us down for a lifetime of forevers,
You crippled us so horrendously that we could never make it out of these stippling situations you blame us for.
We must use proper English to even get a bit of your attention in a first round interview.
Yet our credibility doesn’t mean shit to you past our beautiful brown skin.
I hate these people but I love the ones who are knowingly aware,
Who aren’t ignorant like you adventitious KKK’s believing in Columbus rhetoric but I digress because in your words that’s reverse racism.
I choose my words and I believe they are hurtful because of the criminal intentions you already did to fuck my own future,
How you kilt my innocent brother’s life in the streets and left him for dead,
And walked away a hero.
You hate us,
And guess what?
I hate y’all back.
Why can’t I perpetuate the same innate hate you have against us?
My notion is this: we are the originators of this world.
Our history has been recycled for us to sort through in order for us to understand our own self.
Our upbringing consisted of tea cup revolutions and a bunch of treaty shit I can’t recall,
And all I remember where I came from was slavery.
Not realizing Yoruba culture officiated Catholicism.
Not realizing we originated so many artistic platforms for y’all to steal from us.
Our Robert Smalls and Elijah McCoys not recognized. Yet Pagan holidays are present to keep our attention at bay. Media originates back to Merrill lynch which he made the notion to dissect our beautiful brains with your poison.
I want to go back to Africa.
Not realizing how I felt was just my soul restoring my lineage.
You’ll never understand how we made it through. And still will.