Unrelatable.

I live in America,

My Nigga,

I don’t know what to say.

I could form a fancy ass writing style

appeasing elite zealots who suck daily from

the nutsack of what they praise as real

literature. From what ever comfort zone they

crawled from some have found shelter in the

ears of many.

Is this America!?

My nigga,

Shouldn’t we have more to say?

“Let us not be redundant”

Said the sponge on the floor.

“I’ve been held by black and white,

Some rich, most poor.”

“Let us not be condescending”

Said the mop against the door.

“I’ve been held by all types,

Most for work a few for chore.”

…

How did we arrive

at this conclusion?

Are we a pure

manifestation of our illusions?

I will die in America,

My Nigga,

I don’t know what to say.

That same sponge soaked up blood

The other day,

the mop was there to help.

Crazy part is

no matter what condition the human

Is in

Our blood is the same color.

Is this America!?

My nigga,

Shouldn’t we have more to say?

Unrelatable.