A piece of folded paper. The outside says, "Genesis 1:26" (Time and the Rocking Chair mini-story). / by Dr. Tyrone Ceaser

 

(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...