You Still Open Doors? Poem by Cherokee Akan Ewe

oh they be thinkin by way of being programmed
that i'mmah gentleman righ
although i don't fall in that ranking system
just label me a never ignorant getting goals accomplished by the Rites of Passage strictly
oh open the door now knowing how deeply she be programmed
cause ova in the UK they be knowing i ain't a gentleman by far
although it is terms of endearment
hoping i don't figure out the degradation
although that is the weigh of their society where propaganda outweighs the reality
i rolls with a convoy
whenever i stop
we stop
ain't no sense in taking a chance of being misread
from the cover
all he saw was my license plate without a way to abbreviate all my certifications and licenses (dang i hope the prisoners who be making the license plates get smarter and patent a way to do it)
so automatically he and she dumbfounded by way of being puppeteered
as the opposite of they society of which they live in quietly of fear as model figure within a color gang bullet resistant vest protected and the plastic gear that guarantees no live can be saved
underpaid and often too brave
no social skills
no customer service orientation
no analytical critical timeline mathematics
only going by the words read to the brain which has no back of you
even on the streets you patrolling
to the ones who be waiting to raid you with big capital letters
back by their Jesus and Allah
even John Smith to Moses
even Mary
all religious to the brain
on a crusade to hell unforgiven by peers and opposites dropping tears of water and shells which extracted jackets strayed and on target busting and ripping through hollow tipped and hydroshoked more males and females dying as the blood flows relentlessly to be cleaned by the team as if another day is born over another night
leaving behind a families societal ridden
you still open doors?