The Black Character

The Black Character
TTTO “Black Unicorn”, Heather Alexander


I am he whose death is all but fate
I am he the writers kill
They don’t need to be compassionate
A character can’t think or feel
If you ever see me walk alone
The next scene you will infer
I’m good as dead when I’m on my own
I am the black character

They will not flesh me out at all
My lines are trite and without wit
I know that I must play basketball
A racist view I have to fit
I’m written in just meant to die
I know I have not long to live
I’ll not have time to say goodbye
But I know that you won’t grieve

Skin black to blend in the dark of night
My body they won’t find ’till day
They wouldn’t treat me so were I white
That is the genre’s way
There is but one chance left to me,
My life perhaps from fate to save
If I will be good at comedy
I just might avoid the grave

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