That one black kid

Sits head in arms to keep hid

From the stares in the class 

Left feeling like glass

Cause today’s lesson is about slavery

Makes u stand out with the lack of diversity

In the room filled with eyes

Staring down on you with despise?

Possible

Just maybe

You don’t know 

And that’s why your anxiety grows

They talk about us being being enslaved

Makes the anger inside start to rave

Because you know that now things will change

You notice the dirty looks 

Especially after reading what’s in those books

Of our ancestors being degraded and called names

We wanna see change but it’s all the same

People think that past is dead

So they say the same words that those people said

Spreading hate in the halls

Saving it between these walls

Filling us with rage 

With every flip of the page

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How are we supposed to move on

With this phenomenon 

Being passed down in books

Teachers making us look

At this past that is obviously sad

it’s in the past now so I guess it’s not bad

Well you’re incorrect

This is hate you direct

By speaking about the bad instead of the good

Like a time we were Kings and queens 

A time where others didn’t rip out our spleens

What about the times we rose above it all

A time that these books barely recall

Where our strength was our foundation

And together we built great nations

We looked at each other with respect

Used tools we made to dissect 

As doctors and great leaders

Where are those books for our readers

Why can’t you talk about those times

Those stories

What about our new legacy 

We had a black president in office

This is great history wouldn’t you say it is

We have young anesthesiologists 

Young entrepreneurs and bosses

Until you teach that in class

please excuse my sass

Because I know my story 

And this harsh small past bores me

now I sit with my chin held high

Cause this black kid will someday touch the sky