Bang!

That is the sound of your pistol 

Making a clean shot through the middle of my forehead

A silver bullet with your initials U.S.A.

For what reasons am I dead?

Is it because I looked you in the eye and made you feel intimidated?

Because my afro is too nappy for your red, white, and blue comb?

Maybe it's just because I am of color

Yes as in black, as in African decent

You once loved me when I was just a stupid, illiterate slave

You once loved me when you raped me and impregnated me 

You once loved me when I was only good enough to lie on my back 

But then...I was set free

I learned to read and write

I invented more than half the things you use

I lead activist groups against your hatred

I fought for my rights and became powerful

More power than you could handle

You became terrified of my power

Terrified of my beauty

Terified that I would over power you

So you figured out a way to get rid of me

Bang!

That is the sound of your pistol

Making a clean shot through the middle of my forehead

With a silver bullet initialled U.S.A.