Sometimes,
I trully wished that I was assembled.
To smile knowing I’m disposeable
and not be missed when I am gone.
Of course,
I remember my roots.
Black people can’t be judges
some think, because they should only
be dish washers and athletes.
My my, that’s the home of brave.
But when I literally shed tears,
I remember that the world is a wheel….
Maybe the robots will make them pay….
Liferaft in the Abyss 