Hello guys it's been ages since I posted last. I have been busy looking for money instead of steeming, crap, totally tautology but I am back with a bang. Today's poem is titled "Black Mathematics", it's a poem I wrote sometime ago while reflecting on the mental damages of slavery on black people.
Blacks, from numerators to denominators
A fine line was drawn
Now divided, we cease to multiply
No addition of knowledge
Only subtraction of power
In a closed bracket called the system
We became fractions of ourselves
Not in a proper form but an improper way
A sequence or series
Of functions to society
Like rapping, rib cracking, ball dribbling
Unless that, Black is useless
There is a partial differentation
No Black integration just Elimination
Plotting the dots
To see the statistics or probability
Of my life taking a right curve
In this graph sheet called life
There's always more than one problem
A simultaneous equation
Trapping you in an angle which is left sided
Because it isn't right to be Black.
So please if you appreciate this piece, help upvote, comment and resteem. Still remain your favorite馃懡from the house of @Stach
