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A Poor Black Man's Lament

I am forced to stretch a US Dollar
to the point I hear George Washington holler

One time our founding father to me said
stop trying to kill me I am already dead

I said George they make my people break our backs
just to earn a few legal greenbacks

I use to wear Italian designer slacks
back when I was making some stacks

Now I dine on gourmet Ramen noodles
bc it is cheaper than the food rich people feed their Poodles

But I am blessed to have never made my bed outside on concrete and cement
and all of the above is just a poor Black Man's Lament


Written by Kementic1 (Hussein Ali Hill)
Published
Author's Note
I wrote this at 5:08 am 9/14/23 when I was have an anxiety attack and couldn't sleep.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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