Rags to riches

“Forced to be naked, in a new world that’s cold. After a while, I’m covered up with rags that I had to sneak and find. I want to get to the riches I have heard of. Am I not grateful to be a free slave? I’m not free, just being controlled differently. With these rags, I’m marked for death. My riches are reading and learning, oh, I should really be grateful. I have Black privilege. I can read. From slaves to homeless, being paraded around, now having parades to make money to hold me down, my riches are being taken away. They love to see me in rags, so they use their riches to create the gear they believe I should wear. We are not twins or triplets, just paternal instincts. Ragging on me for the stigmas you put on me. If you connect the dots, you will see we died so you could have riches. You stole our kids to create your machines. Who cooked? Who cleaned? Who was the entertainment? It was sick love, with rape and torture. Now history has come back to bite you! So you’re using your riches to delete it. As long as these rags are seen, you will never be happy with OUR RICHES!! My focus is on the here and now that’s messing up our future. From riches, the effect is causing rags.”