Black Boy
Taqueri Patterson They say black boy Where's your hood ? Where's the kool aid and the fried chicken that you "wear around your neck" They say looking for my pants that are supposed to sag down to my knees They look for they're spectacle The caged animal , that's who they seek They don't want Taqari Patterson It's the least of their desires No one that raises themselves higher than the statistics. No that pushes to be themself No they want Taqueri .













