A country built, supporting one being,
Must be white, and regular, sporting a penis.
A wife, and kids, a mistress, too,
Bible-thumping Christians who pick, and choose.
Susie, the homemaker, keeps a clean house,
Dinner must be hot, and waiting for her spouse.
She must wrestle the children to bed, alone,
Missionary position, submission must be shown.
Single, without kids, is a sin to see,
How dare a woman be independent, and free.
“Sex before marriage, you wretched whore,
You must be virginal for marriage, and more.”
“How dare you be Black, and successful, too,”
Let’s make that, almost, impossible to do.
“Say ‘yes’ to white Steve, not black Steve, there,
Black Steve can only be a thug, that’s fair.”
“We’ll let a few Black people succeed, in life,
But let’s surround them in hardships, and strife.”
We must put on a face, for appearances sake,
And hide our evil, with a goodness, that’s fake.
A country, built, in support of one being,
Off the backs of “dark humans, or animals, as we see em’.”
An illusion of equality blankets this land,
That’s supposed to be free, for ALL Americans.