Poetry Corner: The White Shoes

In America the greats face nothing but hatred,

Listen closely I’m hunted down by the FBI I know the value of my crown.

This is truth I’m not a conspiracy theorist I speak reason labeled as treason,

Ask Malcolm, Martin, Edger, and Fred were silenced and shot down.

I’m not popular I write my own script so review this clearly,

we know you all fear equality dearly.

This is privilege I don’t do this out of pity,

I give the masses a different revolutionary feeling.

Look down at my feet the white is bright out of spite,

Follow the journey my poetry allows me to speak until you come get me!