Poetry Corner: Independence Day

I want my lessons to be staggering like the 2008 recession.

Words are freeing like stars spitting bars that sound obscured.

A training session of oppression that scupted this obsession.

439 years of captivity how could you not see this was a blessing?

Dumb question asked when white history control is secured.

Sorry if I say turn the other cheek is not with this one you see.

With my people I do not play fueling this vengeance of my independence.