I once live in a fallacy filled world of job security
but there is no security when you’re Black
and national security is said to have been at stake because of it for the past 5 decades
thus we began to embrace our own and became Black Nationalists

I’ve stopped crying over spilled milk
but have remained Unapologetically Black
by first finding first class citizenship in myself
I learned not to seek the approval of others

for they will only pay me their gratitudes in chitterlings and fried bologna sandwiches
because to them I’ll always be “mammie” or “Florence” or Kathryn Stocket’s main character in “The Help”
see I’m tired of the lack of reciprocation…
me helping you, and you helping yourselves.

Human Resources is a joke because they don’t protect us from the backlash and mistreatment of
rainbow collared jobs in these great states of America
and Great? How would one define that?
If the Grand Ol’ Party is to personify greatness then I’d rather be, less than…
I’ll forever be that anyway in their eyes.
their agenda doesn’t support the enterprise of my people, Black folks, and women
nor the teachers, immigrants or homosexuals

but if you’re a fetus, especially an Aryan one, they’ll fight to the death
but if you’re a nigger baby, you’re truly worthy of abortion
because then you won’t have to wade through the platitudes of working
and living and learning, and so on in an unjustly fashion, just as I have