Forgive My Selfishness, I Just Ask This One Thing

So much shit happening to Blacks in the world right now
Forgive me for being so full of myself
For not using my talent to speak on police brutality
For not speaking on racism
For not speaking on how fucked up the justice system is
For not speaking on how fucked up America is
For not speaking on how all of this is current while having a Half-Black president
Forgive me for not using my talent to speak on any of that...
Forgive me for being so self-centered
For always writing depressing shit about myself
Forgive me for always bitching about my problems
About how I ain't got it like the people I know
How I wish I could be the people I know
Or about how my own people don't give a fuck about my poetry
Even worse, lie to me and say I'm talented
Or about how no female gives a fuck about me
How I'll never experience a woman truly loving me
How I'll die alone
Loved and appreciated by not a single woman
Or about how God doesn't love me like how these holy people promote Her
If God loves me
She would've answered my prayers a long time ago
She could've at least fulfilled my request to pass away last night
But I'm here writing this so called fucking "poem"
I don't matter
I'm not anyone special
I get it
There are way more important things than me
Especially right now in today's time
God has Her hands full
It's not Her fault.
I blame myself for everything that wrong with me
I truly do.
I'm responsible.
But if God can't do ANYTHING else for me
God can at least,
AT LEAST, end my existence as I requested.