By: Cedric McClester

You **** right
I’m owed a debt
That you haven’t
Repaid yet
And as you might
By now suspect
That I intend
To collect

You **** right
I’ll take your cash
But cash cannot
Remove the lash
Nor can it
Remove your mask
Or the air of superiority
In which you bask

You **** right
I’ve been aggrieved
In so many ways
You can’t conceive
And I’m owed more
Than an apology
Or deferential treatment
At  a college see

You **** right
I’m still mad
More than my ancestors
Were treated bad
I’ve been scorned  
And been 'buked
Had my back broken
And my shoulders stooped







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