my wife left to get milk and bread

because we don't have any
because we're hungry
because there's nothing left to do in the summer but eat breakfast
and watch netflix while the lawn burns in the front yard and the country
burns in the back yard
these foreigners don't feel welcome here no more
the statue of liberty dropped her torch and put up her middle finger
this is war and nobody's got a helmet
my best friend growing up was puerto rican and we lost touch
i asked him how his parents were and he said they went back to where they came from
i don't know where i come from
they told me it was up north but i was too young to remember
too young to hate someone cuz what they look like
i didn't learn that til junior high
and i don't remember anything else
blame the schools, blame the media, blame the parents
remember that summer afternoon you fell off your bike and broke your arm
then figure out who to blame
freud said there are no accidents
then he got cancer in 1923
the same year of the rosewood massacre
when a group of white men took matters into their own hands
before we had to hide how we feel
before we had to lock the doors at night
back when the night was safe and beautiful
the stars were beautiful
my wife is beautiful
she left to get milk and bread
she took the old milk and poured it down the sink
so we'd never have to see it again
old, white, and sour

so the faces of my people