Let me be clear so nobody gets it twisted: I feel for the families being deported. I feel for the kids crying in the backseat while their mom or dad gets snatched up by ICE. That pain is real. That trauma is deep. But I’m not marching, I’m not hashtagging, and I’m not apologizing for choosing to sit this one out.

You know why? Because we—Black folks—tried to warn y’all.

We told you this man wasn’t for the people. We said he ain’t built for justice. But too many folks brushed us off, like we were just being paranoid. Like we always crying wolf. Nah, homey—we were speaking from experience.

Every damn election cycle, they pull out the same dusty playbook:
🗳️ Slide through our neighborhoods
🗣️ Say all the right buzzwords
🤝 Ask for our vote like it’s owed to ‘em
…then disappear until it’s time to run again.

We saw it during civil rights. We saw it with Biden. We saw it with Clinton. Hell, we still waiting on someone to say sorry for that damn 1994 crime bill.

I did 10 years in the feds. I know what this system does to people it don’t care about. So nah, I’m not surprised when the same machine that locked me up for hustling is now locking up families just tryna survive.

And now y’all want me to cry louder than the system ever did for me? Nah, I’m good.

See, I don’t owe this country more than it’s given me—which ain’t much. I’m out here raising kids, keeping a roof over our heads, and building something real. That’s where my energy goes. That’s where my fight is.

This ain’t hate. This is history. And I ain’t signing up to repeat it.

So yeah—I see what’s going on. I hear the cries. But don’t expect me to carry a banner for a system that’s still trying to bury me, while asking me to bleed for theirs.

By Mike Hype

Born in (Timmonsville) South Carolina Michael was raised by his maternal grandmother in Brooklyn, New York. In 1988 he entered the United States Army and served 3 years. Discharged under honorable conditions Michael found himself back on the streets of Brooklyn during the height of the crack cocaine epidemic. Like many inner city youths, Michael became involved in distributing illicit drugs and was soon to find himself sentenced to 120 months inside federal prison. It is here, inside the United States Federal Penitentiary Lompoc that Michael developed his unique writing style. With a passion for film Michael narrowed his writing niche to original screenplays. Michael now resides in Henderson, Nevada with his wife Cristalle, son Michael and his daughter Marcella.

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