Goddamn Uncle Sam,
What the hell is your plan,
To let the poor to get poorer,
While rich just takes over,
Chris brown throws blows,
Ojay claims he didn't do it who the hell knows,
They are met with the slap on the wrist,
But would it really be the same if the kid from the south Bronx did some shit,
The 99% is the majority,
Yet I don't see democracy,
I just see 1% getting their asses kissed
while we all get dismissed,
You just don't understand Uncle Sam, goddamn,
You have young people overseas fighting you war,
Then you welcome them back to fight some more,
Jobs all taken so what are they suppose to do,
When their out here in society trying to make it through,
But you don't give a damn, Uncle Sam,
You're just tryna make your paper,
So greedy and sneaky you would betray your creator,
Ghetto children are the target,
Like the Central Park five,
Getting hit with a Rape charge,
But who really did the crime,
Like slavery, a bidding war for the highest jail sentence,
Like a criminal, like an animal, since we're
Seen as a menace,
You know where blackface and I'm suppose to forget,
All the pain you have caused and your
Times of neglect,
What ever happened to the apologizes for rosenbergs, Sacco and Vanzetti,
What about slavery, Troy Davis, yes I'm still waiting,
But all the apologies in the world cannot take back all the lives you've taken,
My life is not the epitome of new jack city,
I'm an educated sista who care,
And your worst night mare,
I don't need to riot or find guns to shoot cuz I know that what you want me to do,
In just gonna look you in the eye and keep it real,
I got a list of shits that Irk me and make me feel how I feel,
The politicians that got me so upset,
The pigs with badges that has me losing rest,
And don't think I forgot about you Uncle Sam, goddamn.
YOU ARE READING
Uncle Sam, Goddamn
Poetry"I'm fucked up, nigga you fucked up, but if God got us, nigga we gon' be alright"- Kendrick Lamar Tyler Perry gave us the Diary of a Mad Black Women. I give you, The Poems Of A Black Youth, Uncle Sam, Goddamn.
