We Laugh At Laugh At
Like a foreign language before you
as you step inside our corner stores
away from your gated communities
You don't understand us.
You will never fully grasp us
in your efforts to build collective power,
in addition to you turning people mummified.
But you aren't genius.
This is society's filth:
Where debris that circled me
made you hush when I took the stage
Where hope favors me as we collide
Where whiteness gets mad
because the writing on the nation
is true and it can't rally how it use to.
Antagonists stomped by herds that thrive
As you use me to tell you about yourself:
As you failed miserably in a trench coat,
to call out the indecency of this You
Pussy hoes gunplay
is no different than
Bang Bros sluts den of theives
And 'flesh tint' is still a paint name!
And museum directors still scoff.
Which steering wheel knows more:
The one of a Benz or the gallery of rooms?
I'm no American for play-play
Where you insult the name Shai Shai
Where you ignore heat transfer
as the boot straps lack Vitamin D--
Like Jamestown, Like Pale Terracotta
How you declare the love for Jazz
then downplay Malcolm X's birthday,
Harlem Week and Watts Summer Festival.
I still wonder how China Clay protects you,
in a fragile house without mirrors.
The ugly exema when they hold hatred in.
The tan lines of irritant monuments
The increase of a rash
as you whine over wine.
As we paint 'Do Better' in lobster red
As you want another POC artist turn up dead
Like the canvas never sat on top of my head.
The injustice system has other proposals
Wait - All chronic diseases will be unveiled
Like more waves of resignations
right before Good Ship Lovecraft sets sail
Just so we'll exhale and say Bye
to your systems of knowing.