Angry

They purchased us in bulks

Stained are past that negatively shaped our future

Then tossed us into society’s trash

We are labeled as illiterate addicts

Our thoughts of true freedom never escaped the attic within our minds

Trained to minimize rebellion

Keep your hand out like apes within a cage

Hoping for some sweet change

A little food stamps or welfare

Which never make it past the 15th day of the month

Keep your handouts and incentives

Keep your false empathy

I would rather have equal education

Than to be placed within a group to be later judged

For accepting what you have provided for my kind

I seek social justice

From the corners, shelters, schools, colleges, work space, and political offices

I lack credibility because of the color of my skin

Whenever something is stolen I am the first to be questioned

Whenever something was done excellent

I am the last hand to be shook

Yes I am a black man

An angry black man that has had everything taken away

But as my father use to say, “If there’s a will there’s a way!”

So I vowed to rebuke failure

And reach for the stars