Poetry Corner: The Poem About Nothing

In the mind of the racist any slave smaller or bigger can be broken.

Yea I’m smart they’ll listen but a nigger I ain’t your token.

I speak loud & listen clear to these words that’s about to be spoken.

I’m not you I don’t do this for applause or a ego I’m stroking.

Play with us these days it’s more than words we’re toting.

Cross that line if you think I’m joking.

Put it to the test all bets on me I’m voting.

2018 revolutionary hang a white man from a tree watch him take hid last breathe choking.