……how do you know they didn’t just change the cover. A book designed to keep you under the covers, to keep you in the dark so you won’t love each other, to help keep you bent and accept your enslavement. It included nothing that would incite defiance, while they treated you like an appliance.
Sixty six books stripped down to fourteen, thats unclean, the mental enslavement was pristine and polished, even then you wasn’t allowed to read, to make sure you didn’t make it to college.
They was scholars for dollars, with a crack of a whip, made any man holla, those saints was liars, Nicolas the fifth sift through our people for the lean, most was in their teens; raped our women and children until they ripped through their spleen. They was so mien I can’t even keep it clean. Yea, Nicolas the fifth caused a rift on the scene, where do you think the royal crown did its mining for that diamond.
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'They was scholars for dollars, with a crack of a whip, made any man holla, those saints was liars,'
and still they do it, Fckrs
that so-called enlightened, warped
mouth piece Thomas Sowell
talks of black's owning, slave farms
as some distortion
of depthless misery in our collective
black history
fcker! pointing out exactly how much
they enslaved our mind's
as well as broke our backs and hopes..
(you know how many billions
have watched Forrest Gump
not knowing
who the fck Nathan Bedford Forrest
was...???
such Fckry, right there
and they argue racism isn't built-in, systemic)
and Yet, we who know
are left to despise
all those wannabe
victimhood, ambulance chasers
hands-out for the sacrifices their
hereditary suffered, to gift them
a future, yet
generation after, Fck'd generation
wasting schooling opportunities
and paths to a better life
so, twisted fools like Sowell
can sit there all righteous
pointing fingers on their YouTube thrones
cos they were blessed with a little
intellect
or Denzel, good looks
betraying themselves and pretending their skin
is a different shade of black
for a little more coin
sighting their success, like
one out of a million is a ratio
to bank our hopes on, F'ckrs
I wish
James Baldwin was still around
to smash, reality back into their self-serving, conceited mindsets..
Thanks for reading and understanding, it’s the understanding that’s gold; even now most of us are our own worst enemy because we still have the mind of a slave.
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