tan skin like mine eyes wide, smile wider traces of black in now fleece silver grains of hair proof of thought and spent time in square and oval offices in the house white pleading meandering meeting haters halfway in hopes of the next plateau of overstanding, at very least
blame game in full swing, and now on a 4/5 syncopation fingers pointed himward for lack of more recognizable targets I pray for my guy everyday, sometimes every other when it gets crazy not JUST because he looks like me but 'cause dammnit I voted for him and I think he can flip this bad into God good
given ears and dollars we're losing across the board, and across color lines folks will picket and march but won't say good morning
how dare we be suprised at today's disregard when nobody gave two fucks on yesterday when signs and flags surrounded
now our children believe only what is seen never mind history's books or even self awareness now OUR kids get in tubs like Whitney douse themselves with flammables and light they own match
ridding the world of themselves and seek to share these new methods of ethnic self-cleansing with equally unsure and unaware
Maybe it's just my inner kid, I loved the fact that my president looked like me, and talked like me, can't deny that sh*t is effed up all around though, but you REALLY can't put it ALL at the Oval Office door, these things and issues have gained alot of steam since Clinton.