Brain splatter.

And the black man knows it's untrue.
He feels as his ancestors struggled.
And the black man's struggle is to forget his self.
Black man's mind is still belittled.
His face still abandoned.
His psyche still wrought with the inferiorities of color.
Still not good enough, says the engine of his will.
Still won't try harder says the conductor.
There's no instruction manual on how to break free.

To thoughts of suicide he runs.