Seat at the Table

how,
how can I acquire generational wealth
when living through situational hell
with,
systemic instigations that pale-
in comparison of,
prison administrations that quell-
my liberation of self
with the,
stipulated mitigation of jail
and ‘minute- manipulations of cells
because time is an envisioned prison itself
while,
societal limitations impale-
me, with insinuations to fail
to which there is no individual tribulations upheld
therefore it’s hard to excel
when we succumb to the dust on the shelf
only aided mere crumbs, seen as governmental handouts for help
but we have too many stories to detail and tell
which are far from tales
or momentary spells
of how our generational economics have been derailed

so I want my seat at the table!

the table that speaks for my son’s generation
the table that frees the coming generations
the table that legislates
the table that educates
the table that medicates
the table that regulates-
the equality of section 8
demolishing the label of second rates
the table that discerns with impartial and equal middle grounds
the table that rains and trickles down
because every time we get ahead
we get kicked in the head
stunted into mercy, then silenced underground
into mass nameless graves, taking even more generations for us to be found

so I want my seat at the table!

we had a seat at the table
and each time, it was taken from us, then replaced with fables
laced with false narratives, lazy titles, and helplessly dependent labels
rendered handicap and less able, not unable
crutched by lies playing to racial systemical ratios

so I want my seat at the table!

I want my family to understand financial freedom and generation wealth
I want my people to walk in their light with their pride and not in stealth
I want America to reflect the sweat, blood, and bodies that were bore for it
I want my culture to not only be monetized, but I want to reap more for it
I want my bonds relinquished and to have more than a vote
I want my voice to ring so loud and vibrate so far, that it can’t be silenced by a choke
I want my voice to be more than a quote
I want my voice to reform tradition while reinstating truth and hope
I want my voice to speak change to constitutional oaths
I want my voice to generation by generation crack the yoke
I want my voice to decimate glass ceilings and break the mold

I want my seat at the table

I don’t want an angle
I want to scoot up, below my chest, and above my navel
look around, and say, “thank you,
it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance,
and to clear the air, I will be here for the duration
so let’s cozy up and architect plans of systemical renovations
that create new floors and ceilings that do not leave my people slumped in continued economic prostrations
and socialized denigration
objectified as political pawns, while subjected to cultural and commercial misappropriations
due to centuries-old creations-
lacking proper representation
despite social revolts, mass protests, boycotts formalized civil disobedient demonstrations
that way, we can make room for my coming generations
and let’s just say, umm, “generational wealth” will be the primary topic of conversation!”

in the meantime, I would like my overdue V.I.P. tending
so I’ll have the chef’s special,
your finest wine, truffles, lobster, and a steak with all the trimmings
because we paved ‘the’ way for all this high society privilege and overindulgence to be, since the beginning
and I’ll be damned if this doesn’t eventually end in a vindicated Hollywood happy ending
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