Poetry Corner: The Mirror

When will we rise?

Take em by surprise

When will we realize

That the future can look bright

But only with multiple i’s

We the doormat

To their sunrise

Just a nigga

Kill a sista

Through a knife

And the brother

Through the trigger

Watch out

The plot only

Grows bigger

We no longer make

Time to figure

If you can’t guess the future

How can you tell how close

They near ya

Pain can no more contain

The strategic nature

Of my soul and brain

Is it cuz we black?

Some ancestors sold us over here too

Did you know that?

The have successfully engineered

Nigga drones

But you niggas trained

Not to care though

Your Android phone

I can’t never help me

But we all got iphones

Just realizing we’ve been slaves all along

“Wakanda Wakanda”

But our reality is probably forever gone

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