Sections

Section eight keeps me in the impoverished section of the community

Because the dais section of the secret society decided on world domination.

They then formed the elitist who crafted the bylaws, articles and sections that deprive, dishonor, divide, and sanction death.  

They made me sit in the back section of public transportation.

I sat in the Black section of theaters, restaurants and other public venues.

Before that, they took me by force from the Motherland and laid me in the lower section of their sea vessels,

Then had the nerve to draft a section in their Constitution that classified me as three-fifths of a human being.

I’ve now graduated into a whole human being, but divided into sections my people fall.

And back when I sat in my project section

Momma parted my hair and laid some of that Blue Magic or Royal crown in each section.

Then ran a piping hot comb over every strand just to melt hot grease into my scalp.

And hot damn, I jumped up and got burned

And hot damn, I spoke up against the boss and got burned

And hot damn, I spoke out and Black churches were burned

And hot damn, I whistled at the White girl and got burned

And hot damn, the judge is a clansman, so my case got burned

And so…

What of my section?

2/11/16