Kaffir Boy
Kaffir Boy
Life as a Kaffir, harder than a nigga
You see in my world white people pull the trigger
We might share a dead beat daddy
But you rap about caddies
While I’m struggling for scraps
Broke, busted, and black
Crispy dark skin with my naps
No shoes, no socks
Forget monopoly, we play with rocks
But my ambition
For an education
Exceeds the expectations
Of the opposition
I’m at the top
Bright as a shock
From a bright light
But I am black, not white
Am I breaking a stereotype?
They associate the word black
With night, darkness, a gloomy or rainy day
And white is the color to brighten the day
Is black inferior?
Is white superior?
Is it my job to be beat?
Am I to kiss the white man’s feet?
Well I won’t
But the white man can step into my shoes
And see what we go through
Police playing playground bully
Wet black rich pricks trying to poke me
Because I am broke
Hungry
While my mother is getting fatter
So I put the question on the platter
And serve it as an assumption
Is there an unfair game?
By the empty hands that hold no nourishment
That is meant to keep me strong
But strong is my mind
So smooth and sway like a swan
And as dark as three hours before dawn
In my world babies teach babies
Babies beat babies
Babies feed babies
And are soon to have a baby by babies
While they’re still babies
And it happens all in our generation
In our South African nation
Dominated by so many blacks
But represented by whites while blacks to the back
I’m determined
To learn and
Flourish
In this current
Epidemic
Where blacks stick together like hot sauce on chitlins
But ain’t any of us in a stable living
I’m tired of the police interrogatin’, beatin’, and killin’
Taking my daddy away
And suddenly my finances are blown away
Leaving momma scraping to fix a meal today
And all we can do is pray
I’m young, black, and abused
With nothing to lose
You won’t know how hard life is
Living the way I live
This is no laughing matter
My life, as a kaffir
By: De’Angelo Jackson