angry black woman, angry black child

I’m fucking angry

At this fucked up world

that won’t see my humanity

til I’m black and blue

Ignoring that the darkness of this skin

hides most hues

I’m fucking angry

watching my straw dissolve in my cup

while someone with more money than they’ll ever touch

hops on a plane to jet 10 minutes away

on a flight paid in blood from those with my skin

and my face,

tweeting on a phone made by kids

that wear my eyes,

telling us we’re not doing enough,

have we tried….

recycling?

I’m fucking angry

Living in a world

that demands a phone to get by

made by children paid in lies

just to be ambushed

by pieces of children across seas

in wars waged by wealthy white men

whose front row view

is from bulletproof box seats

I’m fucking angry

Tired of being told that my anger is getting old

as if closing my eyes

and putting down my phone

erases the toll paid by kids from my home,

kids who won’t grow old

Don’t tell me not to be mad.

As if I am the rich man and that’s easy

I am the children.

I am the child whose blood

and eyes

and face will pay

I will fund wars in which i have no say

I must watch

while wealthy white men flee

to bulletproof box seats

Of course I’m fucking angry.

Why wouldn’t I be?