You’re not better than me.

Everyone can see.

I wish I could speak for other minorities

But I am only one person.

You believe your skin color– that’s

Not even porcelain white or what

you believe it should be–can give you the

Authority to coax & boast.

Prejudice fills the room when you enter

Your ego drapes around you like a coat,

Heavy with sin and disgrace

You look down upon those who do better than you

Believe those insults you speak of as long as you can

Since your existence is adjacent to the edge of the Abyss

of fire, everlasting hardship, pain, hatred, & inquietude once

you see what you’ve done.

God made everyone equal; I bet you forgot about that, but

how could you, since you preach the word every Monday,

Wednesday, Friday, Sunday, Monday, Wednesday, Friday,

Sunday, Monday, Wednesday, Friday, Sunday; when will

you realize racism isn’t funny?! Consistency doesn’t matter

anymore. It only takes one vulgar insult to make someone

hang themselves from their closet door; Or is it their cell?

You set her up, you did it! Everyone can tell! Bland did

nothing corrupt, wrong, illegal; home, work, wherever

she was going, that’s all she was contemplating. But to you,

black folks are up to no good. We’re criminals, drug addicts,

retards, and lazies that live on welfare. We’re supposedly the

leeches of America, mooching off of taxpayers’ dollars. But

if those millionaires who never paid a cent back in taxes gave

those unemployed but supposedly ‘lazy’ African Americans a job,

maybe, just maybe, welfare wouldn’t give an enormous amount of

money away.

When will you realize you’re not better anymore;

Money can’t save you, my words will degrade you.

You shall feel my wrath since many have felt yours.

Why are you afraid of me? Because of my image? Or my appearance

Reminds you of a criminal who breaks down your backdoor?

Stereotypes–your monotonous, everyday life. Why is the n-word

so fascinating to you? Why would you say it if you know what

could happen to you? Sure, it’s the 21st century. Sure, you have

black friends & have been insured ‘the black card’, but

that gives you no right to act “black”, as many would ridicule.

You act the part, but don’t want to live it; you believe that it’s

cool to ‘act’ like a menace that’s shaped by stereotypes. You can’t

even comprehend how it feels to be assumed that you’re up to no good;

or that your intellect is comparative to the diameter of a peanut. But

you deny that’s how minorities are treated, you deny that’s what you

think and your folks think, what your friends think, what the world thinks.

“I’m not a racist, I’m not stereotypical, I’m not prejudiced; I’m not a racist,

I’m not stereotypical, I’m not prejudiced; How could you know that when

you have all the benefits?! You reek of selfishness, that must be the stench

of stale methane & wet dog. You call all the shots but blame it on someone

else when you’re in the wrong. When will you realize that I’m not your dog,

homie, bruh, cuz’, friend, best friend, b*tch, squad, gang, &

most of all, your n*gga. I’m NOT YOUR N*GGA. I’m NO ONE’S N*GGA.  

If my sanity wasn’t stable & my conscience wasn’t as gentle, that smirk of

disrespectful satisfaction plastered on your face would be gladly replaced.

Your black friends can’t save you

As I said, my words will degrade you

I see that my fist was especially for you

And see, your name’s on it too

But violence solves nothing, so back to reality,

We go; You’re not better than me. Never was.

Never will be. When will you realize how it feels?

To be degraded, shamed, shunned, won, conquered,

Only to be beaten down again. Linguistic animosity is thrown

down upon me–“the minority”, some charity case.

Wafting in a sea of prejudice, abduction, crime, murder,

rape–prejudice, abduction, crime, murder, rape–prejudice,

abduction, crime, murder, rape; Over 400 years and it’s

still this way?! First homo sapiens on Earth, but we’re

still treated like dirt. My skin color may resemble the soil

but there’s no need for all the turmoil.

You’re not better than me. You’re not

important. You’re not worthy. You’re not

superior. You’re not dedicated. You have no

right, no authority to discriminate me without

the knowledge to do so. You’re extremely bold;

to say something so degrading and cold. From

1619 to 2017, we’ve been chained, whipped, hanged,

raped, shamed, blamed, told to ‘Stop resisting, boy!‘,

but oh joy, the 13th Amendment, the Emancipation

Proclamation, & ole’ Honest Abe is on our side. We’re

protected from the cotton fields, the ‘Big House’, the

unnecessary verbal respect; there’s no more ‘yes, mast

a’, no more running, no more Underground Railroad, no

more ‘wading in the water’, there’s no need to look in

the sky for that North Star.

Even though physical slavery

has been abolished, why are we still running? What am I

running for? From? My chains are unlatched, discharging

me from Hades’–the devil himself– infernal pit. I’m free,

we’re all free to run as far as we can. But, I feel a string

that’s still attached. So invisible, so microscopic but it’s

strong enough to hold us back. We’re not allowed here.

This is ‘their land’. They brought us here. We’re not welcomed,

not needed anymore. We have to work twice as hard to even

be considered ‘acceptable’.  We’re still looked down upon as if

we’re still slaves and I’m tired of it. We all are. So, white people,

I’m completely done with you. Wish you luck, since the Koreans

are mocking and plotting against you.