Rules

People of color tell US your story. If we judge it best we’ll give you glory. But, you must tell US fast the contest won’t last. Tell it just right for US who are white. Give US a black rhyme ‘cuz now’s our good listening time. That joke’s so funny I can’t breath, honey Like this story ain’t old Like it ain’t already been told Why put it on me when you don’t want to see? Why must I always teach you? Why must I always preach you? Why must I always beseech you? When it never can reach you? This system is yours You shut the doors You hoard the tools You make the rules You already knew This is just what you do There is nothing new I still just want MY due So don’t waste my time Don’t expect my best rhythm This problem is yours - not mine At night, I breathe, just fine.