To amerikkka
Hard, blinding and powerful
Thank you for the reminder that i am 3/5 of a being
That the color of my skin is synonymous of old tobacco, bloody cotton & money green
I thank you for keeping me mindful
Reminding me that this contract was always binding
Bound by the ankles and wrist
Thank you for the reminder that you think my people are mindless
To ameriKKKa
I had almost forgotten
About those days picking cotton
I almost chose to forget about how my true history as been swept and kept for me
I almost forgot about May 13th where you burned mothers and babies
Just like Harriet did with my great grandma
My memory almost escaped me.
But true to your roots
You let me know how in/valuable i am to you
In- i must be insane to think that you could ever change
The only reason I'm here because you couldn't handle picking your own sugar cane
Skin couldn't handle the sun and hair couldn't manage the rain
In- credible that i could get forget that nothing you speak is credible
Am i to believe in the agencies that killed my leaders and then barely took credit for it
Invaluable
My value only equates to the amount of times you can put hot slop on my plate because of the fact that i sold a gram or an eighth
Meanwhile, the holy trinity is on the cover of magazines and making bank
The same thing you lock Black folk up for, give white men a 401K
They get leaders and presidents of the KKK
They get to be our leaders and our president and in the KKK
If you're crack addict they give you treatment and rehabilitation
But there are still Black bodies burning underground from Nixon's incrimination
Oh, what a true, true, nation
You have always turned your back on me
As mine welted and bruised in the sun
You always reminded me of my place on the the bottom rung
We weren't meant to make it out of the 17th century
But no thanks to you we managed to make Black presidential history
And even that seemed like a miniscule victory
Because my grandma can't even qualify for Healthcare although she's losing her memory
Oh, ameriKKKa don't you remember me?
Survivor. Descendant of the forgotten people.
I ROAR.
I bounce back. I bring life.
We survive.
So thank you.
For keeping us on our toes.
A reminder that we can never be complacent against the occupation of the federation
A real life hunger games - just without the awesome futuristic space ships and shit
You've given me a reason to embrace all this shit.
Dear ameriKKKa
Take your mask off, get on your knees, and pray I forgive you for this shit.