A message to the black man

……Sought the unseen, declared unclean for knowledge, seeing through their dark was the challenge, I can see the back of his naps as he scurried about for scraps, to him footnotes was just a snack, in the near future him and his kind will be made of wax, only appearing in museums, DNA test to see if the living use to be him; black skin and nappy hair will be cast down next to protruding brows and hardened knuckle prints in the mud next to heel and toe, more dreadful than anything written by Edgar Allen Poe, mankind has stomped foreword and remains on the go, you thought it was your show, but nature has many doors to go through, it’s a pimp and it won’t think twice to hurt you.