Amerikkka

The truth ain't aways pretty for damn sure

Amerikkka, you think Black history

punishes this country?

Who committed the crimes against our race?

But that’s the lie,

You allow the algorithm to generate

You’re uncomfortable?

What did our skin color ever do to you?

What’s your new go to phrase for the “Blacks” now?

“Forever victims”?

If we are forever victims, who is the victimizer?

You stole our term, “Black Fatigue”

If you are tired, we are fucking exhausted.

Erasure won’t remove the stories

Banning books won’t quiet our voices

Removal of statues won’t change our views

Placing media bans in lily white spaces

Like we won’t find alternate communications

Bitch, we code, invent, and reconstruct

Right in front of y’all angered faces

You want us to go away?

You want us to disappear

A start would be a million dollars of reparations,

Like you did for your ancestral enslavers.

Amerikkka always does what it does best,

Remove accountability from its precious superpower vest