America.
Home of the brave land of the-
246,6660,710 white americans
living in this country,
which accounts for 77% of our population
but Black Americans
only make up 13%
and somehow in 2015
were killed at a rate 5x higher than whites.

Lovely, wonderful free land of America
Where 37% of black americas
were killed by police in the year 2015.
And out of the 102 cases
of unarmed black men being killed
only 10 police were charged
only 2 were convicted.
Only one spent jail time-
one WHOLE year of weekend come and goes.

Oh America-
Where colleges would rather
cover up a ****, than catch a ******.
Where High Schools take pity
on abusers who play sports
or have a high social standing-
Where abusers don't get charged
because the girl they *****
was "intoxicated".
Where 4/5 of assaults are committed
by someone known to the victim.
44% of victims are under 18
and every 107 seconds another PERSON
is sexually assaulted
and 68% go unreported
and 98% of rapists will never spend a day in jail.
and I know I mentioned this in the last poem
but Brock Turner, I'm looking at you.
But not in the eyes-
I don't want you to think I want it or anything.

America!
Where said white male ******
only gets two-six months in jail
and a man selling CDs in front of a gas station
gets four shots to the chest.
But instead of asking
why he got shot,
they pull up his criminal record-
because you guys, I thought you knew
committing a crime automatically
qualifies you for ******!
But the white rapists
swim record gets pulled up
his mug shot gets hidden
and his social stature gets him sympathy.
But some people see Alton Sterling's son
distraught on a TV screen and feel no remorse
I'M NOT ******* AROUND ANYMORE.

America.
Where again
the people who are supposed
to protect us-
just end up killing us.
By us I mean people
and by that I mean "All Lives Matter"
because ya know
more whites get killed by cops too!!!

America.
Where white people make up 77%
of this lovely population
and black people only make up 13%
so it would make sense
that more whites die.
Even though statistically that's inaccurate
(please see first paragraph of this poem).

America!
That reminds me
We're home of the All Lives Matter movement
because white superiority
is being called into question
and we like to think white supremacy
doesn't exist anymore!

"Why do black people
have such a chip on their shoulder all the time?"
"Can't they just like, idk- get over it?"
They will get over it
When racism doesn't exist anymore
and they can do everyday tasks
without experiencing discrimination.
They will get over it
when people don't see their skin as a threat
and use the "n-word" like it means nothing.
They will get over it
when they can receive a fair trial
They will get over it
when systematic oppression
isn't etched into their amount of melanin
They will get over it
when justice is ******* served.

America-
where the idea of blacks being inferior
is what the constitution and this country
was built off of.
Where people like Tomi Lahren
obviously don't own a history book
because she likes to think
the civil war was fought
to actually end slavery.
Instead of beefing over turf.

America-
home of the brave land of the-
Trump supporters!
& as Trump Says-
Let's Make America Great Again!
I'm sorry, I'm having trouble remembering
can you remind me-
when this country was ever actually great?
It seems like he actually means-
Let's Make America A Grave Again.

Hey America-
I'm not ******* around anymore.

You procrastinate
You are lazy, AF
You are childish


You believe in God, just not that religious.
You pray sometimes, most times you don't.
You listen to music,
you know its a sin. You do it anyway.
You don't drink, you've tasted it though.
You used to gamble
You like to think you would change someday,
just not today, not tomorrow, but soon.
You understand you might die anytime,
even tomorrow,
but you don't want to think about that.
You know you will probably end up in hell,
if you go on this way.


You think you have a unique taste in music
You like hip hop rap, R&B,
and whatever TF Olamide raps - or sing.
You like 21 pilots, Billie, Jon Bellion among others.
You like Eminem, NF, Lil Wayne
You love J. Cole. - Its a Cole world
You resonate with being fake,
You totally get it when J Coles said
"I'm a fake ***** and Its never been clearer.
Can't see me when I look in the mirror"
Except you see yourself when you look in the mirror.


You watch movies
Maybe too much
Mostly series
You hate Yoruba movies.
You hate Bollywood, too much Film tricks


You read
You just don't do much of it
You like classical novels
You hate business books.
You like poetry


You like Nicki M
You admire Shukroh
You have a crush on Tomi
You have never been in any relationship though,
Not because you deliberately choose to.
Probably because you're just so naive,
or because you are broke, like broke broke.
But you are far from innocent.


You have dreams
You think you might be successful
You are not so sure.
You are afraid you won't


You care about what people think about you,
more often than not.
You think you are not normal
You are an introvert,
You prefer being alone.
You hate sympathy


Someone did a terrible thing to you
You don't hate the person
You don't know how you feel about it.
You'll probably never tell anyone about it though


You did something terrible to someone.
You feel this pain in your chest,
that ugly cringe on your face,
every time you recall.
You said sorry, and you meant it


You lied to your parent
You are not trying to hurt them
You just want to spare them the pain,
and yourself of the pain,
knowing they felt pain because of you,
of facing the fact that despite their best efforts,
you are a mess.
You intend to fake it, till you make it.


You are dying
You have health problems
You didn't seek medical help
You can't afford the bills yourself
You won't seek help
You are that stupid


You think you are closing up on doom,
on a downward spiral.
You are your worst enemy
You know you've yourself to blame


You'll always be grateful for Omolara's generosity
You'll never understand Shukroh's heart of Gold.
You are so lucky.
You don't deserve them.
You are thankful


You are trying to critique who you are.
You are sad, maybe depressed.
You want to convince yourself,
this is all part of life
You hope everything will be alright.
In the end.