This Depression Is the Repression of Race

Pardon me, if sometimes you watch as I rip the wings off butterflies For this world is full of misery It disgusts me how Prime Time’s biggest hits are the nights White men crack whips with their scaly tongues Against Black Man’s possessions and progression White signatures silhouette false documents Declaring slavery is over If that were true, explain why African Americans are still shackled by poisonous ink Penetrating their skin from stares of judgment and hatred How vile this sin that Caucasians commit against a fellow man Trying with all their might to repress a beautiful and strong race For no better reasoning than The chlorophyll in African American’s epidermis, is a darker pigment These actions, paper cuts to my wrists letting in confusing cyanide Unfortunately reminding me every second that I am white like blank paper, Needing black ink to give me life and purpose Arousing the question, why do some white men think they can live preventing colors’ purpose and equality? I understand a part doesn’t give justice to the whole But corruption in pieces can ruin the perception of the entire Bringing shame to a race’s credibility As they bash the physique of others Unfortunately integration will be segregated Considering its origin was force as opposed to choice of will My words may be absurd to the ear and thought to be false But open your eyes and look at the disgusting reality