This isn't even a fault
We all made it a fucking curse
There are days were I wanna scrape skin off
Probably like face mask
Only this time,
It wouldn't be the cosmetics but my skin
That walked shoulder to shoulder
Which would be coming off
Well we would still be laughing
Because it isn't "us" who is hurting
By us I mean black folks too...
You don't get to zip your pants and slide away
Because you watched us get fucked too...
What's that about "sinning by silence"
That it makes cowards out men too.
Well I'll say she got one part right
The rest of it,
Is that it creates monsters like
Freddie Krueger or even Ted Bundy
Who will hunt all of "us"
While walking down Elm Street at night.
Why and when did we stoop so low?
Making me feel that my parents should
Have drained the life out of me
And let it flow in sewer lines below.
Wish I was girl, and they found about me
Making them commit female infanticide
Well I would have died
With pity the least and dignity at most.
I am not saying that I revolt
Or rebel against them , making myself become
Holier than Thou.
I take the abuse because I heard my teacher's say
"If you hurt someone to make others laugh,
Your the wrong guy for people to invest in.
But if you can make them laugh by hurting
yourself then you have done it right."
Listen up people, for this not going to be the last time
A black person is going to say they are scared
Not because we could be pelted to death
But rather fear that:
They can never fall in love
And even if they do, hope they don't birth a black child
Because they would have to commit a crime
That even God's fallen angel doesn't like.