Slave house

I wan't y'all realize that this isn't your everyday poem about race that can be so cliche

Becasue what I'm saying won't show up in the "Please check your race" box on my college resume

You see I am a black man, a man of color, dark skin, curly hair,

I am intellegent too, but when you see me you see the color of my skin, fairly dark and not fare

But guess what else? I ain't talkin' to the white man like my ancestors did

No no no I am speaking to my own people, all of you who forgot what the Massa did

Mhmm, the massa told me to go outside while you stayed inside.

I began to have the feeling of ressentiment so strong that I wanted to hide

But from who we are all in this together right

But you were inside now eating with Massa so you didn't want to hear my plight

Ya I was hurting but only for a night becasue when we became free we became friends again

its been over a hundred years since then but I still don't feel right cause the feelings are here again

Why? I will tell you I went to a school with white kids but felt ok but I had a desire

I wen't to my new school with black people but just felt the fire

Why cause I was outside and you were inside

I said "I thought we were cool now over a hundred years right" but I am the fool now

Because those who I thought were my brothers ended up being the new Massa

"You too dark to be my brother" "You ain't even black"

I'm back in the slave house, everyone there just said welcome back.