Of my hoodies like the KKK did
Crosses. And I vowed to never
Eat Skittles and Love Ice-Tea again.
From that day on, it was a sin
To be black and love Candy.
Who would have known that the
Day we were all born we'd be
sentenced to a life much too Nigga
To be literate. And much too coon
To be kool with the white kids.
Who would have known that our
Complexions no matter how
Light or dark some may be, left
Shadows in our mirrors.
We often laugh at the Rent-A-Cop
But Zim-Man chuckled when he
Allowed something as beautiful
As the Fourth of July to escape his
Guns burrow and make auto-tuned
Beats with the song of a black mans
Heart beat.
Never under estimate the power
in the love of a mother.
It was the only thing that
Plastered his face national
'cause Tray could have been
another pair Of snickers up
on the telephone lines.......
Hanging.
And it is incredible to me how we
Live by this system that was only
Built to protect the body of one
People but, swear up and down
We're all created equal.
If we are all American why do
We all fall divided but say we
Stand together?
In my Hood we'd all be sell outs.
We thought that jail was his
Home but, hell is much more hotter.
Your flesh walks free but, your
Soul reeks of him............You are the
Monster every brown boy has
Ever feared.
And I hope the image of every
Brown boy killed thanks to
want to be humans like you
Sears your eyelids and never
Allow you sleep.
You made me hate my favorite
Hoodie and drop all of my red
Skittles......
The night your bullets burned
The hoodie that was best friends
With his flesh, we all discovered
The tale of the Two Hanging Hoodies.
Image by: Michael D'Antuono
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