We. The(m) People.

They killin us. Dead.
My Mama is dead.
Killed her, too.
Them CIA drugs.
Them “projects.”
Them homeless shelters.
I am an experiment.
Black life in America is a science project.
Like welfare.
No acres. No mule.
No real liberty.
But plenty-o-methadone
laced with signatures
on bills that act.
Soothe them with
pseudo freedom.
Kill ‘em with
Black claustrophobia.
Black desperation.
Black plagues.
Black plaques
for Corrupt Cop of Year!
Slaughter the best of ’em.