So this dumbass asked me the other day
“Why does Black History Month always have to be about
Death and Rosa Parks and Malcolm X and MLK?
Why can’t y’all get over it and just find some happy shit to say?”

I had to summon the sarcasm of seventy generations 
To say:
Oh I’m sorry
Sorry my history is about as convenient for you 
As it is for me
Sorry our blood ain’t blue enough for you
When you spill it in the streets