New Humanism

I've deigned to discuss myself
In hopes of disrupting the degusting of the ease of our lives
I offer for yr digestion, at the struggle's steady suggestion
A new humanism which includes all the of the world's intersections
I detest all my discussions of "I:"
Who I am, what I am, what I need, what the fuck.
My cousin Bryan, my late aunt Brenda's son, is my example
Of how Blackness exacerbates bad decisions
He had a homeboy who was selling drugs, nothing more said there
Lest I contribute to myths around "thugs."
Mans asked my cousin to hold a brick
And he must've offered him something, cus he agreed like an idiot
Probably all poised for a hundo when he got the kick
The truth that he had misplaced or somehow lost that shit
Unaware of the reason why her home was shot at
My aunt sold her safety when Bryan was born Black
A woman is always a potential victim of violence
And how fucked is it that this
Can now come from yr teenager's typical silence?