We can’t afford it
We’ve been nickeled and dimed far too many times
To make fun of our sisters on the welfare line or
To make fun of the young queens on the payday loan line in a bind
Trying to pay fall tuition in the wintertime
No more change left to spare
There’s no room to instigate and
publicly humiliate our brothers
Behind on child support and
Sitting
On the bench of the court
The same court that pit them
Against their fellow sisters and brothers and their own baby’s mothers
It costs too much
We don’t have enough to share videos
of fights on social media and the news and
Spectate and point at black people like
animals in a zoo
We don’t have enough to plaster photos all over of our women and our girls with no clothes on bending over
over and over and over again
Because the slave master’s check was never enough for us to spend
We can’t afford it
This predicament this
Carefully crafted division
Impedes the vision of our ancestors
The best laid plans of our foremothers and our forefathers
Why are we not bothered enough
by the darkness driving out the light?
Tonight there are torches glowing in the night’s sky
This day is far from 1959
Or is it? Part of the plan?
Black woman
Black man
We don’t stand a chance if
We don’t even take a stand
The piggy bank broke when we turned our backs on each other and
now we’re stuck stealing coins from our sisters and our brothers because
We can’t afford it