.:::Charged Up:::.
A poem on America and elections.
America treats Black people
as if we will be negotiating at heavens gate for entrance
As if we’re not the blessing as if you could sneeze your whole like and wouldn’t be blessed as us
And this blessing is affirmed because we are our ancestors WILDEST DREAMS
Even though America treated them and
atill treats us their descendants
As if we are a nightmare we’re still invested in that dream
Same dream as King, X, McDuffie, Johnson, Lorde
Oh Lord, we’re using our votes to do
more bargaining
more saving than coupons to save us
We have a hand
to handle the many tomorrow’s
as we have done our yesterday’s
to leave prints on the constitution
A constitution that wasn’t writing for us
we will leave OUR PRINTS
Because anyone doing forensic can see that we had a hand in EVERYTHING
Even when they try to bleach us out
This is America
And America
We know better that’s why with our votes We're gonna do more saving than coupons
The same savings we did with
radical actions
revolutionary thoughts enacted
boycotts
and a list as long as our history
with as much power as electric
as coordinated like electric slide
as just as electric
as charge
we make to demand better days
with OUR VOTES