Rapper green sweatsuit poetry meeting: Twice as dark, not half as bright. Born with natural light, but to shine, we have to fight. If I was the same me 200 years ago, my master might give me long lashes like a beauty shop transaction. I would have my face beat for not acting right. I can't imagine, I probably wouldn't last the night. I honor ancestors for their sacrifice, cause even if I make it back to life, I'm indebted in my afterlife. Really can't grasp the plight. 400 years of atrocities where masses died. I don't use my voice to spew hate and bash the whites, except that fascist type, them bigots with that MAGA hype. They strategize Black demise, proud of what that hat implies. Using fear as alibis to shoot us in our back, and that's why, I have to write. One, because I have the right. Two, because they propagate Black narratives and one of us should have it right. Speak my truth. Combat the lies. It's poetry with passion. I ain't rapping just to pass the time.
