if it is truth that is liberating
are people told:
they look good when they don't
they are loved when they aren't
everything is fine when it ain't
glad you're back when you're not.
Black people in america
may not be made for the truth
we wrap our lives in disco
and sunday sermons
selling false dreams to our children.
can be bought on our revolving
charge cards as
we all catch truth
on the next go round
it doesn't hurt.
Written by Haki Madhubuti
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