Black And Contented. Poem by Obrie Writes

Finally,
I know who I am.
Iam not human,
Am purely black.
I am not a master
For my fathers were slaves.
I cannot win
As losing is my right.

Humanity!
Am not of that race.
Am barely a survivor
Whose protests yield no good
Except for the knees on the neck.
Black lives matter,
Do they?
Ain't falling for that humane lie,
Am content in the dark.

I understand,
Excellence isn't within my range
So, I won't fight hard
To win over the world
I will just stay black
And wait for the world to win.

Am black,
Blacker than black
But am happy like them
And I'll eat their harvest.

©OBRIE.