President is Black
There's no one keeping you down
he says
because the President is Black
You don't need a scholarship
for your melanin
because the President is Black
He tells me I live a comfortable life
And now for the first time in history it is inconvenient
to be a white male
His cyan eyes grab me by the collar
and shout
STOP BEING OPPRESSED
He spent all his life apologizing and now he's angry
Angry with me
Because our President is Black
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