What is my problem
My problem is my brothers who bled
From blue bullets that wanted them dead
What is my problem
My problem is mass incarceration
And how often it doesn’t come up in conversation
What is my problem
My problem is the negative connotation of “black”
In a country built on my ancestor’s back
What is my problem
My problem is the treatment of our black queens
Ignored by white feminists who claim to know what “struggle” means
What is my problem
My problem is being called “entitled” and “lazy”
By conservative white men who could’ve hired me
What is my problem
My problem is my black mothers who need a nine to five
But can only find an overnight shift to survive
What is my problem
My problem is trying to figure out yours
While banging on closed and locked doors
Valentine's Fall 
Man. What a piece. Fantastic. You expressed something so deep, using a few simple lines, and you’ve got this really smooth flow, my friend.
Thank you fam. I’m trying!