Modern Slave

Alls my life I has to fight...

Alls my life I...

been a modern slave with my chains decorated red, white, and blue.

“An invisible black man”,

through and through.

Yet, my skin offends many;

a black curse that is heavy.

I’m invisible, right,

but I’m number 1 on “America's Most Wanted”.

Never cared for or thought of until I'm spotted

as a black man up to no good.

Police believing they’re Robin Hood

yet they steal from the poor and give to the rich;

selling that sales pitch

that they “serve and protect”.

Nothing but bounty hunters with a badge, willing to collect.

Paid, by people's taxes, to collect the halo's of innocent criminals

only to sell them to Devil's who, themselves, are miserable.

 

Alls my life I has to fight...

Alls my life I...

been modern slave with my chains decorated red, white, and blue.

“A spear-chucking monkey”,

through and through.

That is all I am to America.

I’m just a statistic

being watched to see if I will become an ignorant misfit

then to be a target;

hit by a bullet they call “justice”

all in the name of God and

the home of the brave and bloodless.

But America is the land of fallen angels;

angels who fell from grace since the beginning of ages.

To build a land from blood and lost limbs

and then crucifying blacks,

hoping our blood wages their sins.

 

Making the American people believe

that “this is not what it seems”.

 

And persuading us, black people, saying,

“This…this is just American Dream...nigga…”

 

This poem is about: 
My community

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