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ealt a hand that makes it harder to score. We’re desperately searching… Maybe some cards fell on the floor. You tell me my failings are due to a lack of core, family values. You’re pandering now, you always are making tall toons. So you can find the ones complicit and croon,“It’s their fault! They haven’t been forced to their doom! We are equal in this country.” Ignore all the facts that haunt me. They tossed out Jamal but kept reading about Tommy.How can you be proud of the power you’re flaunting? Knowing that you’ve allowed blood to color the money you’re palming. Our blood runs through the streets, the other side sees it as calming. A red sea to wash empathy off me.“I usually don’t like to see someone get beat, but they had it coming. How dare they protest? Did they forget? This is America. Where everything’s fair to ya. They’re liars, they’re cunning…”The cognitive dissonance is stunning.Erase my experiences, then call me delirious. Say that I’m lying, but TV and “Serve me” the only place you see us make our appearances.How would you know? What this color brings in its tow? How dare y… Oh wait, what was this poem about?I read James Baldwin and I can see how , America’s i

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nsistence on violence for brown, can persistently keep us silent and down. But they don’t deserve to take off my smile. That’s what they want.Well, sorry to disappoint you. I will never anoint you the power to make me permanently sour. I will spend every hour tryna live my best life. I won’t ignore your pest like, abilities to cause chaos, then try to be pet like. Feigning innocence.We remember it. The history of this country since yall had tethered ships. Conditions ripe for us to die from pestilence. We know better than to pedal past, when brethren did clash with whips.No, I won’t ignore it. Yes, I will record it.I’m still shaking my head… Y’all been taking instead of giving back.But this smile? I let it attack. Try to counteract all their knives in our backs. I deserve the righteous rage Baldwin put to the page. But that negativity won’t put me in a cage.My heart and mind are free. I won’t let them enslave either of those. Even though they had a hold on my body, I’m proud of my skin.So my smile has high wattage again. Makes them mad when I grin, when they’ve done so much to take it from him. I know what they’re hoping… But my spirit won’t be broken.</article></body>

Sorry, James Baldwin

I can’t be in a constant state of rage. They don’t deserve to take away my happiness.

Apology to James Baldwin. Or the out of context quote this is involving.

How, because Americans won’t turn the page from kids encaged, feelings played, racism still here to stay… It’s room is dirty, the bed’s not made. That means I can stay enraged.

I’m informed. I know this country deserves all the scorn. How do you control how we grow, then call us a thorn? Act like we don’t know you can’t call this reform. Our system that shoe horns before I am born.

Move a couple pieces around, say you’ve opened the floor. But my steps still arrested, how can I be free to explore? You’re cloaking the doors, make it hard to see where to go to get more.

Dealt a hand that makes it harder to score. We’re desperately searching… Maybe some cards fell on the floor. You tell me my failings are due to a lack of core, family values. You’re pandering now, you always are making tall toons. So you can find the ones complicit and croon,

“It’s their fault! They haven’t been forced to their doom! We are equal in this country.” Ignore all the facts that haunt me. They tossed out Jamal but kept reading about Tommy.

How can you be proud of the power you’re flaunting? Knowing that you’ve allowed blood to color the money you’re palming. Our blood runs through the streets, the other side sees it as calming. A red sea to wash empathy off me.

“I usually don’t like to see someone get beat, but they had it coming. How dare they protest? Did they forget? This is America. Where everything’s fair to ya. They’re liars, they’re cunning…”

The cognitive dissonance is stunning.

Erase my experiences, then call me delirious. Say that I’m lying, but TV and “Serve me” the only place you see us make our appearances.

How would you know? What this color brings in its tow? How dare y… Oh wait, what was this poem about?

I read James Baldwin and I can see how , America’s insistence on violence for brown, can persistently keep us silent and down. But they don’t deserve to take off my smile. That’s what they want.

Well, sorry to disappoint you. I will never anoint you the power to make me permanently sour. I will spend every hour tryna live my best life. I won’t ignore your pest like, abilities to cause chaos, then try to be pet like. Feigning innocence.

We remember it. The history of this country since yall had tethered ships. Conditions ripe for us to die from pestilence. We know better than to pedal past, when brethren did clash with whips.

No, I won’t ignore it. Yes, I will record it.

I’m still shaking my head… Y’all been taking instead of giving back.

But this smile? I let it attack. Try to counteract all their knives in our backs. I deserve the righteous rage Baldwin put to the page. But that negativity won’t put me in a cage.

My heart and mind are free. I won’t let them enslave either of those. Even though they had a hold on my body, I’m proud of my skin.

So my smile has high wattage again. Makes them mad when I grin, when they’ve done so much to take it from him. I know what they’re hoping… But my spirit won’t be broken.