Why Can't I Be Blessed?

Hahaha...that's what I did when a white guy told me that I'm wasting my time here at good ol' Niagara University.
You know what...here's a poem that will explain exactly how I feel. Enjoy...comment if you must...do what you do I do what I do (Drake-Do What You Do):

I write this because I don’t know where to begin.
I have no clue where I began
so I will begin by saying that
slavery was never abolished.
I must have been misled when people wrote journal entries of how enslaved Africans stopped receiving whip lashes on their backs
and they stopped walking with shackles on their arms and feet
and no more where they tested to see if they could float in the Atlantic.
I must have misinterpreted the sources who said that the millions of diasporic Africans were emancipated
and they could finally rest their hands from working plantations
and healing their children after getting beat just for being a few skin tones darker than their slave owners.
I went to class the other day
and my white teacher noted that I wasn’t fully present in class
like I only showed three-fifths of who I really was
and that until the day came that I would be considered a human being
I would never be marked present.
It’s hard to believe that a single document allowed me to be free
but it wasn’t true because if I was free
Martin Luther King Jr. would live to see old age.
If I wasn’t enslaved
then Emmitt Till would have the opportunity to grow up and see adulthood.
If I was truly free
then I would have been asked to abandon my native land
rather than be forced to take a trip on a boat
chained next to African kings
and queens
and children
and brought to a world that follows a hypocrisy
rather than a democracy.
No, slavery is not over
because Fannie Lou Hamer would have easily cast her ballot
but instead, she was bruised, beaten and scarred.
And there would have been no Little Rock Nine if slavery was over.
There would be no need for nine black students to be escorted by the National Guard to integrate a white school
The National Guard?
Are you kidding me?
I can tell that slavery isn’t over
because my people didn’t have enough courage to sign their real names on letters they sent to former president Bush
because they were scared of being thrown in jail for executing their First Amendment right
Or as Thomas Jefferson would have said
The Constitution does not apply to us
So that means that Jefferson is to blame for my people continuously degrading themselves when they greet each other in the street
He should be held accountable for creating a generation that gives little to no regard for their enslaved ancestors
And now I understand why my hands always cramp up
because these hands used to pick cotton in the fields
and these hands were tied behind my back while I felt the crack of a whip eat at my skin
and these hands served both food and the ego of my slave owner.
Emancipation Proclamation? Yeah right…