how does it feel to be blak and poor?
How do you feel?
When your society dies from cholera disease
Preached about Jesus who helped
the oppressor to keep us imprisoned?  

How do you feel when all you have seen
what you've known all your life
Is grey walls
becoming tombstones to your young Negros who died
from childish ghetto riot games
flowering the pavements
with bullets beautifying the picture
Of a Ramboo like world
Since schools chose to test their memories
Not their intelligence?

How does it feel to been an outlaw,
Where gangster signs become your identities
And prison bars a better death
to the graveyards out the designed
for the blak queen
who fights to be accepted by the races
She gave birth to?
where her reality is pain
And success is just a tale
Reached by those who sold their souls
to the devil
(blaks accusations to successful blaks)
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These pores bleed
Tears of hunger,
These streets indeed
Mirror hell for the melanined .