Melanin be killing them

They pretending acting like we’re friends

When shit’s going down

Not ones here, not a one around

Racist seems to mean nothing anymore

At weightless blurb on the newsroom floor

If you’re spitting make America Great again

Your tweets get more likes than the Kardashians

Can’t be black while walking, running, driving or even talking

Recordings don’t even save you

After your death, becoming famous

The only one they blame is us

I’m watching the news like

What the fuck?

What happens when we have our first daughter or son?

How do you teach them to live 3/5 of life to the white man’s one

Paid 61 cents to the white man 1

Not offered a half a cent of retribution we should have won

So if I break through the glass ceiling

Burn this shit down

You’re going to arrest me

If I walk into the crowd, my signs held up proud

If I sit at home minding my business

You bust through my door shoot and kill me

But somehow my melanin is killing this American image

Like I need to be smudged and erased

Like a word in an old high school essay


miss represented

never wanted

never accepted

but all I feel deep down



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Liberian and Nigerian Queen. Black, wide-set nose. Love to smile and born to laugh. I'm stew and rice with fried plantains. Freshly baked pound cake, chocolate chip cookies, and vanilla ice cream. I'm the tell you what you need to know because someone has to say it. I'm a black girl trying to find the sweetness in every day and live a balanced life.

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