Still in love with this piece
What can I say about black history month,
nothing much it seems.
tired of being indignant and ignorant
feeding off of misleading propaganda
designed to insight
and provoke “us” to roit.
I think its a fucking waste
looking at a past which is very much like the present,
thinking that the future will be better just because we will it.
I’m just tired of preaching to the choir
black people who have to rub their intelligence
in your face like shit
just to prove something
or to yourself.
I wish that black history month was a celebration
but among these parts
its like a pity party
for self serving
rable rousing loud mouths
who promote mediocrity
by disseminating an ideology that you are special because of your race.
pleading to all the other field slaves.
yet, i’m the bad guy,
because i don’t write,
I don’t need to read filth
to remember my heritage,
freedom won from chains
I don’t need to join a cause to respect my ancestors.
I just need to raise my children
teaching them to love themselves
hoping that their generation won’t be as fucked up as ours.