Do you Really?

A mind is a terrible thing to waste
Reality is too effortful to face
We all have a dream today
Gone is authenticity
You've allowed them
Access to your "Manhood"
Spoon-fed the lie of "toxic masculinity"
Inner resources of the average black soul
Is deceased
If King's intellect is still alive
By us there's no peace for his mind to reside
You love a immigrant you've
Never met
In an instant tell a homeless black man
To back away from ya ride
Bunch of fake ass real niggas
With damaged pride
He had a dream
Woke up
Then died
To him we owe a debt
We don't approach higher
Learning for the ladder
Merely for the White man's check
After him we Morn
For intelligence
We fell Short
A rolling of the tide
Of sorts
To kill each other
Unrighteously is the real favorite sport
No matter the team you support
Team black they've engineered us
to abort
We don't faithfully Honor King
The Government allowed us a day to purport

Sergio W

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world


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