I can storm the streets in anger,
Yelling loud - with fire in my hand,
A rasp to my voice.
I can fly to Charlottesville,
To protest the injustice,
Scream at the streets and light fire in their faces.
I'm unsure why my parents still have a hard time seeing me with a black man, when at age eight I had a 50 Cent poster and cried when Morris Chestnut got a girlfriend in a movie. They've had plenty of ...