I don’t usually talk to strangers but it is 4:19 am and I need some help
I have some blood from Africa but I can’t find myself
It is a time when America is great again and everything I say or do is an offense
So people just stand on the fence and watch the events
I say melanin too but they just glance at my woe
The house niggas just follow suit and the field nigger asks you too?
It’s hard to fend now
America is the only place where slave and master walk common ground
So they give them 9 to 5 where the wage is un-centivized and dinner is pork, corn, and rice
Better yet they hand out bullets and say you better play nice
Then frame it and say the funeral was nice
I need help but my son isn’t right
They give him standardized tests and say it better be right, knowing full well it’s just a count for how many jail cells they’ll need to suffice
It’s a rehab for the ain’t right but now he can’t get his dick right
So he calls his partner Bitch instead of Wife
She weeps pregnant barren to a guy
Try eharmony it’ll be alright
He wants pork the white man’s kind
She won’t have nappy hair or a knife
I don’t usually talk to strangers but it is 4:19 am and I need some help
I have some blood from Africa but I can’t find myself
Are you cousin, aunt, uncle, or a great near
You see back in the day they used to sell niggas on this land
So now the future generation has to question what tribe I am
I guess I am a tree or maybe a leaf I’m just a lynch I am
I guess I am something to eat they roasted me because I wanted free I am
I guess I’m a target on the street because the bullets penetrated me I am
Or maybe I’m an animal they dress me in skin and brief and tell me to shake my beauty for the musique I am
I need help my talent is what makes me free but it’s the 1% who gets my money
It’s a time when America is great again the president doesn’t have us in
My welfare is nought
My child’s school lunch is forgot
My locks in the workplace is a not
My health is in rot unless I pay the $1,000 per mont’
But it is 1:54 pm is it not?
It’ll be 2:46 pm until the error is not
*Inspired by Claudia Rankine
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/57800/dont-let-me-be-lonely-i-dont-usually-talk-to-strangers