A piece of folded paper. The outside says, "Genesis 1:26".

A piece of folded paper. The outside says, "Genesis 1:26".

 

(A piece of paper fell from the rocking chair. It was a folded piece of paper. Below was what was written inside. . .)

I was never taught not to care about what other people thought about me. 

I was never taught patience, kindness, and gentleness.

I was never taught that credit was more important than strip club spending, or that the only significant air Air Force One I needed to be knowledgeable about was the one that would take me to the hoop.

But I was certainly taught that the dirtiest dog gets the bone. That the world sees color. And that Jesus was too good to be black. I was certainly taught that the more girls the better, that Weedsmoke is the best smoke, and that a desert eagle solves all of my problems. 

Ok, Ok. Foster care reared a little discipline somewhere in there. 

Then, education gave me a glimpse into the way the white man does things.
 
More education gave me a glimpse into how the government does things.

And more education gave me a glimpse into how the white man and the government rule the world.

All of a sudden, education (everyone respects degrees, right?) + foster care (because animals need taming) + black = 1,000 broken mirrors. 

It's a shame I can't see who I am. I'm spending too much time basking in your image.

That'll certainly cause me many, many problems...

Oh Death, where's your sting?

Oh Death, where's your sting?

Letter 1, dropped from my rocking chair.

Letter 1, dropped from my rocking chair.