Big baby ‘NAH

He’s just a big baby

Totally out of control

Whiny, crying baby

Frowning: “But look at the toll…!”

“I’ve suffered so much”

He barks, again and again

“I can’t wait to be confirmed”

To begin my lifelong rein.

No composure, no grace

Good lord is this our man?

He lies and doesn’t answer

Tucks his head back in the sand.

I won’t hold my breath

Because it’s still a white frat boy’s world

They will sign it in their blood

Despite his black soul being unfurled.

 

 

 

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