Hungry Poem by Tara W. Johnson

They said my mouth would get me in trouble, And it did
(Tho I still can't find the words to act as if I CARE)
But not the kind they suspected,
Because that trouble I rejected
Although I were subjected
Neglected, Projected, And dejected.
They said I was smart, But too silly
And they were right
Because I am so smart it's silly,
They told me I was annoying,
And I am, Cause your stories,
Are annoying the masses, About the truth, Of these lower classes.
I 'hear' them deafly call me fat,
That I am...
Cause I over indulge in knowledge,
And never exercise, on my existence
Your right to close your eyes,
They call a certain kind a Ventriloquist black woman Dummy or a straight B**ch Nigga Dummy
And they are,
No blues,
No regrets,
No excuses.
My middle finger is still in the Air!

Be your own Voice- Don't let your choices be bought and built on someone else Empire. If you didn't help get it than you shouldn't stake claim on it!