Black pen, white paper

Scrutinized and ridiculed .

They told me to stop doing drugs

The things that helped me leave the skeletons in the closet,

that kept my happiness alive.

Only to pump me up with more drugs.

But somehow this time was different.

No longer handed off by the plug on the corner of "39th and Lenox" who would later be gunned down on Fox News by the men in blue when he was probably "just tryna make some money to feed his daughter and all the 'negroes' in the struggle , you know what I'm sayin?"

but now handed to me by a white man on the corner of privilege and system street.

I didn't understand. I don't understand.

I'm still on drugs. Benzodiazepines, amphetamines , and methylphenidates those are the white mans words. The words that come out of my mouth, cut my tongue ,and made society aware of the fact that I'm just an uneducated, ignorant black woman because I can barely pronounce them because I know em as xans and addys because my ancestors weren't given the right to read because the white man said so. So that trait must of been passed down to me.

But This time a white man was the plug so it's okay.

Like white people aren't 45% more likely to sell drugs than the black man. While blacks make up for 1 million of the total 2.3 million incarcerated population.

But this white man got an education. My doctor got a degree. He got the privilege to prescribe me pentobarbital with no questions asked.

And I only got the 49 credits from a PWI to know enough about psychology to be considered an undergrad and still considered uneducated. To be clueless to know that my doctor just prescribed me a lethal injection. But I took it anyway because remember, I got the traits of my ancestors, i do as told , because yes masa was running through my blood as those big words cut my tongue , because Being uneducated is to be unarmed. And there I was an unarmed black teen killed on the corner of privilege and system street. With no weapon to bare arms against the open season on Blacks.