The Damn Dog is Okay











Part 5: Processing This Week-May 29, 2020

(If you haven't I encourage you to read Part 1 as well)

Yet all you care about is if that damn dog is okay 

Believe me folks he’ll live to bark another day 

And run off-leash and be treated with more freedom than my whole race

Because you look at me as though I’m a criminal and pull out your mace

Concerned about the dog and here he would stay

Ignoring the way she weaponized her words with all she had to say

Ignoring the fact her words could bring to him the same fate

That it did to so many others I lost count to date


So excuse me ‘cause I have no sympathy for those white girl tears 

That you’ve used over and over throughout all the years  

As you’ve sought your white spots and staked out your place 

And called the cops at the sight of our face 

Making your intentions known that you would weaponize your tears 

Conjuring up all the lessons you’ve learned along years

Knowing that your words would carry more weight than his or mine

So you could pretend he was a threat to your piece of sunshine

But don’t I deserve a little bit of rest 

For carrying your white guilt and putting up with the mess

From the Beckys and Karens who pretend to be on my side 

I didn’t believe that shit my grandma told me y’all lied

So you get folks to conjure up sympathy that your life’s been turned upside down

And you center it on you and your new redemption you’ve found


I should stop here even though there’s so much more to say 

But this will do, these are just my thoughts of the day

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