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