Hello guys it's been ages since I posted last. I have been busy looking for money instead of steeming, crap, totally tautology but I am back with a bang. Today's poem is titled *"Black Mathematics"*, it's a poem I wrote sometime ago while reflecting on the mental damages of slavery on black people.
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**Blacks**, from numerators to denominators
A fine line was drawn 
Now divided, we cease to multiply 
No addition of knowledge
Only subtraction of power
In a closed bracket called the system
We became fractions of ourselves
Not in a proper form but an improper way 
A sequence or series
Of functions to society 
Like rapping, rib cracking, ball dribbling
Unless that, **Black** is useless
There is a partial differentation 
No **Black** integration just Elimination
Plotting the dots 
To see the statistics or probability
Of my life taking a right curve 
In this graph sheet called life
There's always more than one problem
A simultaneous equation
Trapping you in an angle which is left sided 
Because it isn't right to be **Black**.

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So please if you appreciate this piece, help upvote, comment and resteem. Still remain your favorite👽from the house of @Stach