Black people are magic

There is a unique power that black people use,
To make a lot money for others who abuse,
Our magic, talent, and ability to make things cool,
Like Mr. T, "I pity the fool!"
Without "Black Twitter" for instance,
No new hashtags & trends in our absence,
We never own our own, just beg for their permission,
Our oppression is a cancer in and out of remission,
We been schoolin' America, but still pay the highest tuition,
And accumulate various debt and fees,
While these thieves hold our promissory notes, deeds, and keys!
Our chronic disease conditions us to service and please,
Those who left Europe,
Tap our sap, then bottle and sell our syrup,
Bodies, souls, music, culture, and P.O.V.,
They don't see us as human, because we're such a commodity.