This is some negative expressing, don't take it that serious. Express back, I won't attack. Thank you!

Don't mess with me,
I'll give you more chit than
your eyes can see.
I didn't create this place,
I'm just here filling a space.
I didn't ask to be a person,
when I first found out I started cursing.
Baby boy screamed,
you mean I have to suffer and die,
you better tell me freaking why.

I had a problem with life dealing,
even my parents weren't that appealing.
Daddy wasn't chit,
left me in a pile of it.
Momma did the best she could,
we hardly had fire wood.
Must less something to eat,
my big azz needed some meat.

This poet and writing chit just happen,
up until this day I'm not clapping.
I write what I write,
it's my freaking site.
My day job is pretty neat,
but even it doesn't fulfill complete.

I'm no happy camper,
haven't been since I left the pamper.
I do a lot of pretending,
hoping I'll catch on in the ending.
I keep a big smile and laugh,
it's for my own behalf.

I took it up with God,
he told me I was made from sod.
You mean I'm made of dirt,
man this really hurt.
So I'm stuck in this skin,
no wonder it's so hard too win.

Black man in a cruel world,
standing out amoung the white pearl.
Started out with a rope,
now my people it's street dope.
Hated because of my color,
can't hardly earn a descent dollar.

I don't want to hear no lip,
best position might be zip.

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