1945 (Black Body)

I'm 1945 Black body 

Black Bodies

Swarm blocks like

Bees do flowers 

Bees Swarm flowers 

Like black men do honey

Black body look like honey

And Sex leads like queen bees

Black prince follow queens like drones

The syndrome was The bees knees

Knee deep in can I please?
While Black Bodies still swing from trees.

Like, please can I speak

English

Please can I write 

English 

Please can I touch money

I know this ain't for me

Can I please vote 

While I vote I might create 

Create a better quality of life

In exchange for my life

Or my name attached to my creations

 Can I please have my reparations? 

Or at least some civility 

These should be elevated over our inhumanity

Black body more like void

Filling ourselves with whatever we can get our hands on

Spinning music with lyric

Spinning words for sales

selling street dreams to prevail

Black body just wants to prevail

And exhale the poison of this toxic patriarchy

But I became a patriot for title to my own body

my Black body is finally entitled to itself

Instead of him or herself

black body is just "it", not a person

Still a noun 

Still trying to define black

Still trying to define nigger, nigga please

Black body look like white twitter

Confused at trending changes

Black rights secretly rearranging 

Masked in economics 

Broke black body lost without knowledge 

Unless your starving for it

I'm 1945 Black body

Still fighting still writing 

Stilling voting still dying for a nameless generation 

Still giving claim to the future generation 

This is what we fostered

Black body ain't lost we just mislead

Paved a path to our graves

Just to be buried with the seeds 

And assisting the tree.

A branch for the next life line

Reincarnated I reclaim my time 

Not in your confines or what you define

Here's where I, we, us, everyone

Draws the line

Around my black body.