Three White People walk into bar.
The first is a young man in a Wu-Tang shirt who speaks in ebonics,
Except when it comes to black lives he says what happened to equality. All lives matter to say only black lives is nonsense.
The Second is a women in her 40s, she takes two steps and looks around and makes eye contact with the bartender.
The bartender shakes his head and walks away. She says he should know his place, I'm always right. I want to speak with the manager.
The Third is a older Man who has a box in his night stand, with a white hood and pictures he treasures of him with his clan.
Now theres a red hat that has taken its place, just Politics. So this racism is okay, he says to himself. As he's driving thru the projects with his doors locked, waving at all his neighbors he hates. Wearing the same fake smile, he hates their skin. They hate the place.
What has been learned can also be forgotten.
When black men bawl in cries for life with their deaths by a cops hand,
We mind our business until they kneel before the flag....
Then we blackball them.
As if there is another time that we collectively watch them.
White privilege is "that's not my problem."
Three white people walk into a bar,
If this is the set up for a joke then it's one that has gone too far.
A poem for Black History Month.
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