Today’s Weekly Poem is Titled, Being Black. It’s my take on what it’s like being black. This poem was originally posted on my Ko-fi page. So for exclusive posts follow me there. https://ko-fi.com/kexumhitm
Being black Is like having a target symbol painted on my face I got to constantly look over my shoulder Cause I know a Karen is holding hate in her heart that is as big as a bolder Cops ready to empty the clip because they can How to get away with murder, just become a cop How they do a home invasion and end with a murder and they still a cop Got to say a prayer before bed like god please don’t let the police run-up in my crib and kill my family and me Suspect in custody, but she died in her sleep Or please don’t let me eat some ice cream in my crib and catch a bullet from a veteran cop Lord, don’t let me get stopped tomorrow and have a fed put his body pressure on me until I lose my breath I bet they’ll try to say he had asthma, and it was hot, that’s why he passed I’ll be another nigga dead and gone they’ll probably catch on later like they did Elijah Being black is like being targeted by the feds, Karen’s and my own Because a nigga will put me in a grave just to get these foams off my feet God forbid I have on my chain they going kill me just for the ice on my neck Kill me because they thought I was with a set They’ll kill me because of where I live Fuck, they’ll even shoot toddlers like what the fuck they do? This Skin makes me feel like I will never win You can paint every street in the world, but it still feels like this shit won’t ever end Shit feel like it won’t ever end K This Spoken Word is also available for streaming services through this link https://songwhip.com/k-exum/being-black
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