and thats what ive grown to expect.
momma told me that thats the way its always been.
im bad cause im black.
ive got it bad cause im black.
and, honestly, i was quite okay with that.
before.
but now, you're publicly executing me.
taking my life for no reason outside your own paranoia.
tormenting my mother. giving my father the finger.
depressing my sister. and terrifying my brothers.
and somehow, im the suspicious one.
im suspicious when you've stolen the very land you call home.
when you stole the labor it took to make this land into a home.
im the suspect but never once has anyone who ever looked like me killed off an entire race.
nor, enslaved every race under the mighty sun.
i've been bashed and ashamed for every wrong i've done.
but you hide your mistakes and rewrite the textbooks.
no. im not suspicious. you just need a place to vent your inner turmoil.
i am not the killer or the thief or the rapist or the liar or the embellisher.
but i will become those things.
fire vs fire. and i am satan.
i fight with centuries of anguish and mourning in my arsenal.
you fight out of fear.
and the cowards never live.
my people need not stand beside me, for they are afraid too.
consider yourself lucky. lucky that we once sided with Martin and not Malcolm.
but this is a war i can win without them.
