Cleansing

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What’s up, King?

I apologize, I’m not trying to be strange

Should I call you “nigga?”

Because you answer to it like its your name

If you recognized yourself as royalty then its what you would’ve became

So when you call me “nigga”

I won’t answer and its not hard to explain

Its simple, we just aren’t the same

See you’re ok with killing our brothers

I’m trying to create a life for our children and their mothers

You’re fine with watching our people suffer

I’m trying to convince a black queen that I really do love her

I’d like to move our people ahead

You seem like you won’t be content until our people are dead

I’m attempting to teach you, King

I want you to know of the songs our ancestors sing

I wish to enlighten you

Let you know pyramids, ankhs and the eye of Horus should’t frighten you

Open your third eye and increase your sightings too

Introduce you to another world you could be flying through

Open your mind and realize things you couldn’t view

Like how your entire life you’ve been lied to

There’s no one better when you’re the best

But the media shows us black lives mean less

King, be strong with knowledge of self and stick out your chest

Put our culture on your shoulders

Help me clean up this mess

-Too Distinct the Poet

Watch me recite this poem on my YouTube channel. Here’s the link:

Cleansing by Too Distinct the Poet

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