To the racist black man begging around the corner on Mass Ave, who pulled up the corner of his eyes, called me a Ching Chong, then proceeded to ask me for 50 dollars

The fuck?

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I have a hard time understanding the hostility,

because you were the one complaining about disparity.

You take from all the passersby spitefully,

then you thank God, the same God who manifested your destiny.

See, that’s not all of the hypocrisy,

I see you asking white men for their sympathy.

I wonder if their money came from equality,

Or from fields so wide we now equate to atrocity.

The Europeans sailed across Good Hope for the nobility,

so it was certainly good will when they indoctrinated the world with Christianity.

Took away spirituality and replaced it with brutality,

then sold souls to also colonize the mentality.

For six hundred years later, color is still gravity,

sinking with all the democracy that didn’t rise up against regality.

For six hundred years later, you still beg in the white man’s colony,

possessed by Demon to only deem the white man sovereignty.

So to the racist white man who still begs in a black man’s body,

the fuck, indeed.