Oh Say Can't You See
Red, White and Blue, that’s what it do.
A multitude of colors, stay getting play’d.
Calling it the USA,
Or so they say, but most
times its pretty blue for me,
cuz the red-ness of my
birthright does not insure for me,
the same rights of another who
is white, even if he just arrived
on last nights’ flight, claiming diplomatic
immunity.
Hell if I’m light, sometimes,
temporarily, I will be considered alright.
I believe it could easily be for me,
Oh Say Can’t You See, how a Black
President changes little for me,
sure my relevance media-wise is raised,
but when I ask for a raise, I’m scolded
and told, hush up negro, you already
been paid.
This is a beautiful land as far
as I can see,
but then again I have never seen an
African tree personally,
or can understand why the motherland
brothers treat me like a mother-less child,
these homies seem to look down on me.
I mean in a land
of much green,
isn’t it funny that the money is what
makes us mean.
Or if not mean, how about just green with envy.
Yup, oh say can’t you see,
through all the colors united, there is still
a lot of space
inbetween!
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.