I am unaware of what it means to be Black
give me a moment to collect my thoughts, to speak
nobly of noble people, those I know and love
of course, I'm a fool, as a poet, I talk smack
rant about nothing but people being held back
as if by the man but actually by those weak
niggardly forces, money in a leather glove
tightly gripped, released only when the time is right
Nations rise and fall, the Roman Empire was whack
as who can make sense of its history, its schemes
turns of events, strange but true to their avarice
if I am confused about our nation, our dreams
of course, set me straight, if I fly like Icarus
nowhere to safety but towards the sun, alright
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