Black lives easily taken,
Mama died left me shaken.
Father gun devoured
when I was one;
My poor lonely soul
left to mourn.
My breed
my cognation impaled.
Smart ones,
their markers up-scaled.
Ebony doesn't matter too much.
Nubian debased to a shrivel crutch.
My kindred my brood,
bitten to sudden death.
Troubles I inherited my life
a breech birth.
A lonely wanderer
now the allure to cull meth.
The moon turn tides,
turn my girth.
I need someone
to turn my luck around.
The powers that be
confounded to astound.
Father
came undone when I was one.
On a store run,
he run an errand end-run.
For sweets he died,
they huzzah.
I need someone to turn
my luck around.
Black lives adroitly taken
by the sullied abuser.
Paradise found,
mama looking down,
dumbfounded.
Beggared ebony
doesn't matter so much.
Nubian,
a white privilege mismatch.
My kindred my brood
death day dated.
Troubles, I inherited
my life recurring negated.
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