Guilty of Being... Wait

I've skinned myself alive skinning myself a life
All that can be seen may as well be all of me
Hanging like strange fruit from a tree is the option
To praise or degrade
The auction block is the every day
As dissimilar to my reality as my double consciousness
Constant vigilance, repeated reminders of my appearance
Triple consciousness, constant vigilance
Self-hate and paranoia, my black experience