Black Sells (poem)

In this country
Black sells…
Living in a system that wants you to fail 
So we can have fathers that are black males 
That have to stay long term in a prison cell 
Because crack sells cuz’ daddy already got once offense 
And jobs won’t give him an opportunity to make him into something that his little boy will admire 
And that makes his soul a little tired
Black sells 
Like I only want one piece of the culture just give me a piece of the pack
Well no baby girl 
You can’t take one piece of the paper you gotta take the whole stack 
You know it’s bad when your family don’t step foot inside of church unless somebody in a casket 
Or there is a little black girl with a curl throwing petals out of a basket 
That’s tragic 
You know what they did to him 
Umm but what’s his name tho? 
They say life for us is okay, but I need ya’ll to stop lying 
Cuz life is terrible from the start that’s why you come out of ya momma cryin’ 
Black smells 
Like the stench of a dead body that’s been on the pavement 
This melanin is heaven sent 
Blacks leave
Like you’re only tall cuz I’m on my knees 
Please
Tu yambe! 
That means have mercy on me 
But blacks don’t tell 
Blacks sells 
Like my freedom did for 10 pounds 
Freedom isn't free 
Like the bullets that you let off for ten rounds
At my identity 
Just tell me the time I get to shine 
I've been told that I age like fine wine
I don't know what freedom is yet, so what do you incline?
Is it the movement of my hips when I dutty wine?
Or 
Is it the “a man has been lynched today” sign?
I can still remember the sound of the pen on the paper when my freedom got signed
It’s not mine 
But black sells…