F*ck You

F*ck you!

It stung when I said it right?

Felt my tongue pierce through your soul hot and sharp

Did your body get tense

Did your shoulders go back

Check out your feet

Are they squared up prepared for a fight

Your body

Is on the defensive

It senses danger and is preparing for another attack.

That is what racism was like

Before it was hidden

Black people carried this defensive stance with them everywhere

Because in the eyes of their white counterparts

They could see those 2 words

And if they got close enough

They could hear those 2 words

Whether spoken or not its presence was clear

In the way they were avoided

In the way they were refused service

and in the way they had to drink from separate fountains

and in the way they were beaten

and in the way their leaders were shot

and in the way their grandparents were hung

and in the way their children were dragged for looking at pretty white girls

and in the way they were blasted with fire hoses

and in the way they were denied progression

and the way they were belittled

and in the way they were given poor education

and in the way they were profiled

and the the way they were held back

and the way they were called nigger

and in the way they were guided into criminality and then punished for it

They could hear that F*ck You loud and clear.

But today

Today, that f*ck you is hidden

Today, you're taught it doesn't exist

Today they give you proof that it is gone

Like having a black president

Or clubs that play majority hip hop and r&b.

Or shows with black actors

And prestigious schools with black students

They hid it and

So we dropped that defensive stance

We're not prepared for the blow and we don't expect it

But then

Something like Trayvon happens,

Something like Mike Brown happens,

Something like Eric Garner happens,

Something like Sandra Bland happens,

And there it is...

F*ck you.