Literacy
It's what divides me from the other
Side of being black
Making me more than just a brother
More than just a nigga
Looking back on my roots
Tainted by enslavement
Working for food
And getting hung by noose
Ropes
Tied by the white man
Whips
In their hands
Cotton in ours
But who had the money then
I point blame
At the fact that they could use a pen
And write on paper
We couldn't mark on our skin
See back then
We had no rights
But, if we did
We wouldn't have used them
In a time before phonics
We couldn't read the constitution
That was the whole point
They aimed to keep us in the gutter
As nothing more than pinheads
Good for striking each other
But their were a few
Who skipped the lane
and found a glitch
While playing the game
All they had to do was become smarter than the master
Though useless to them
Useful for the generations after
Unfortunately
We as a collective
Take it all for granted
Why
When we have it so easy
Honestly
I'll never comprehend it.