Mediocrity at a fee (meaning you pay me and I verbally excrete)

They say justice is blind but we find
Justice resides in humans with eyes
and humans who deign rights by the spreading of thighs
And administer lies at the whim of sodium oxide
bled into the hair of african americans whose only dream
is to turn straight from crinkly and get that anglo sheen
Broken down by years of being told what beautiful means
I’d take natural brown curls over a 21st century mammy
grinning under skin with self-loathing within
and chins smacked down by blue-eyed sin
misconceptions bred of which side of the street
and which end of the creek you find yourself seeking
Blinking from under ratty hoods and infant tees
as we squeeze the last bits of soul from each pore
of the street and crawl into man-made caverns of black weed
delve into the intimacy of what’s in me and how I can increase
my pleasure from you, who could I do to put a stopper in the cavity
of my brain, how can I abstain from judging those around me, expound
heat, surround these endless trails of indebted veins as they struggle
to wince themselves free of encumbering arteries, and I’m sorry ms. jackson
I didn’t mean to take a blunt shovel to the back of your son’s head
didn’t mean to make him dead, but necessity pushed me in the hunt for bread
cheddar, and the meaning of why we push for strife as death’s midwifes, little
acolyte hoods cover hair shocked white by what we see on a daily basis
Mom and dad labelled me racist, but really I’m just a misguided escapist
See the vape hits? Bong celery, crunch through without a worry of calories
Of what builds up as psychotic pseudotherapy, and grains of green
blind my mind and external eyes with the force of a drug-tainted shine
that reminds those who partake that under each diamond chunk is a snake
Not waiting to strike, waiting to see, how you’ll react to the realization that life
is an inverted tree, retroactive roots radiate into my mentality and fray my
physicality, society’s banality and tendency to be mapped by statisticians
is just another premonition that no matter how hard we beg for admonition
and reprieve from recidivism, there’ll always be a grimy hand shelling
slanderous pamphlets on prophetic nonsense, but nonsense is sense
as per Dostoevsky, I’ve hit the allusion limit so let’s see
Ignorance is bliss, and bliss is constant
and the only thing left in society’s depth
are ads for cleft palettes and a mountain of v-necks