(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...