Pardon me, if sometimes you watch as I rip the wings off butterflies
For this world is full of misery
It disgusts me how
Prime Time’s biggest hits are the nights
White men crack whips with their scaly tongues
Against Black Man’s possessions and progression

White signatures silhouette false documents
Declaring slavery is over
If that were true, explain why
African Americans are still shackled by poisonous ink
Penetrating their skin from stares of judgment and hatred

How vile this sin that Caucasians commit against a fellow man
Trying with all their might to repress a beautiful and strong race
For no better reasoning than
The chlorophyll in African American’s epidermis, is a darker pigment

These actions, paper cuts to my wrists letting in confusing cyanide
Unfortunately reminding me every second that I am white like blank paper,
Needing black ink to give me life and purpose
Arousing the question, why do some white men think they can live preventing colors’ purpose and equality?

I understand a part doesn’t give justice to the whole
But corruption in pieces can ruin the perception of the entire
Bringing shame to a race’s credibility
As they bash the physique of others

Unfortunately integration will be segregated
Considering its origin was force as opposed to choice of will
My words may be absurd to the ear and thought to be false
But open your eyes and look at the disgusting reality