Wf

I write this stuff to scream
Into the void of
Whiteness
The bird cage that surrounds me
And the bars that solidify
Invisibly
Trappings that confine my
Movement, bar my growth, slow my advancement in your
Meritocracy of my Sisyphus reality
Of pushing your fragility
Through this life, which is hell for me.
And I want justice, but there ain't none it's just us.
Brown skin to my kin
The host of us and most of us
Live thus.
This is life and my slice of this dry pie with no milk of deliverance
From these trappings to wash it down.
And we frown at the system
Because they wish us to remain
Clowns
a sick joke played upon
Me people
And I see why I can't rise
Although I dream high and would love to
Shatter the white ceiling
Because that's what it is
that's What it is
It's the opaqueness of your made up supremacy
Man you can't even go in the sun without
Burning
It seems that nature's got it out for you