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I Wish


Dear Public, 

I wish I was a nigga. 

The biggest, baddest nigga. 

The one where people say "oh man he's that nigga." 

Where you are celebrated for being the man on the street. 

The man on the block. 

With respect. 

 

I wish I was white. 

The nicest, full teeth, kind person white. 

Where I go to a nice school, with my white friends and have my white dinner and wake up again.

I wish I was white, so I can go to any place  and not be questioned what I'm doing there. 

I wish I I was white, so I can become the biggest rapper alive. 

So big and white, that my white friends parents will think this is totally fine. 

 

I wish I was a nigga. 

The one who can run fast, dunk a ball, steal the bases, and get a touchdown. 

I wish I was a nigga, so I can have five baby mamas, all my cash, and spending on Gucci products and gold chains. 

I wish I was a nigga. Not have any feelings, not caring. 

 

However I can't, because neither one will accept me. It's okay, because I know who does. The almighty one, the great one, the humble one. 

 

God.

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