Flooded our 2 parent households.  Our new negro manifestations  Our talented tenth expectations  Our renaissance of talent   With dope  Better known as coke.    Split up our parents.  Turned our fathers into drug dealers.  Our mothers into fiends  Our children into caretakers  No hope    Flooded the prisons with our brightest.  The prison walls divided us.  The void in our heart we filled with resentment.  And hatred because…  How could you be a drug dealer?  How could you do drugs?  How could you get arrested?  How could you…if you loved me.    Now I’m raised by the system.  Becoming the

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