Fake entitlements.
If such distractions can be afforded,
To maintain and sustain them…
That is going to happen!
Those entrapped to feed the whims of fat cats,
Will continue.
You…
Not they,
Provide them entertainment.
That’s all.
You may have done it.
However…
I am sure they have not,
Lowered their expectations.
What difference will you fake next…
If you say you’ve made mistakes,
When those mistakes leave heartbreak…
Over again,
In a thoughtless process unconsciously taken!
And this is not about money,
Or being Afrocentric.
This is about identity and principle.
One’s integrity and dignity.
This is about those areas of life,
That have never dawned on you.
Because you are just too caught up in ‘things’.
And no one can pay for magic to happen…
If one’s mind is already established in ego!
To adorn and impress,
A valued emptiness.
And…
Let me leave you with this,
When did you determine I was not Afrocentric?
Was it before or after you recognized I was not subservient?
Or after you obtained the benefit of my efforts…
Erased from beneath your footsteps.
And I had been freed with blood I left…
From displaying a humblizing ignorance.
You find to market is best.
Or was ‘that’ something you had been told?
By those sold on reaching for already polished gold.
You do not remember the days,
The path you did not pave…
Had not been laid with choices,
Do you?
But I forget…
You represent that generation absent of deeds.
Delusioned and free of struggle.
You just want to shine…
Regardless of who holds your spotlight.
Or who had paid to have that light shine upon you.
I knew those unafraid to be challenged by those paths unpaved.
And perhaps my comfort with that…
Leaves you opinionated that I am not aware,
I am black?
I just don’t carry the affects of that on my back!
And why should I…
When every stride I glide is still followed!
And this is not about money,
Or being Afrocentric.
This is about identity and principle.
One’s integrity and dignity.
And none of that do you represent…
As a means for your survival!
I can where…
And with whom I sit and eat.
That is something yet I can not do.
As I pretend to be unaware…
Of the closeness of my oppressor’s teeth.
And you…
Could care less of who makes the mess.