Visible Minority

So I changed the name of my blog ! I like this one much better. I decided to write a new "about me" section and it turned into a short poem lol. So here it is! (not that you couldn't have read it at the side)

It's cause I''m Black.

I wear a hood, that means shoot me.
Years ago whistling at the wrong person would've gotten me lynched

In university but I'm just an exception. 

No matter how smart I can be men still call me their bitch. 

No rope around my neck, but the bruises from my ancestry are still there

And the tree growing in my garden? It was watered by their tears

Limp and lifeless bodies hanging from that same tree

They were the strange hanging fruit that years later fed me.

Their blood watered the soil, confirmed the turmoil

Fast forward and our blood still does the same

As boys pack gats, and pull triggers, hold dead bodies till they stiffen from rigour.

Falling victim to the system, continuing to be society's nigger.

Who would have figured, we'd turn around and enslave ourselves?

So like Trayvon Martin I scream for help.

Like Troy Davis I fall victim to the judicial system

Dreams getting shot down with him, Thank you Mr. King for living

Thank you Mr. X for not holding back a breath, now I move mountains, Thank you Malcolm

Thank you Jesus, with faith like a mustard seed, I lead.
The Visible Minority Speaks.