Words

Words

You use the word nigga

that doesn't make sense

Oh I'm too tense

but if I have to say that

It's fine if I don't fit in

You use the word nigga

where's it from?

It's a known

word but I'm not a nigga

So you must be simply dumb

to call us and yourself

the same thing before we were hung

I hold my tongue

before I throw up

People talking out their behinds

I wished I never showed up

Mother thinks I should grow up

No

You know what

each day was a growing process

words are what hold us hostage

I'm a lost ship

waiting to be recognized

Nobody I know is a nigga

Don't call me that ever

 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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