THE "N" WORD Don't call me that"
This word, the N word,
you don’t call me that.
I’m black, yeah,
and God knows I’m proud to be
in love with my dark skin,
my kinky hair, my stylish style.
Don’t slave me with your slang.
The N word … It’s not a color.
The N word… It’s not a race.
You don’t use it,
You don’t call me by this name.
It brings a past of pain and hate
brings the handcuff, brings the chains,
The lashes and the shame.
Brings the suffer from being captured
and be forced to be a slave.
I’m black, yeah, very black, yeah
It’s the color of my roots,
it’s the color of my land.
It’s the color of my hair.
I’m black, yeah, very black, yeah.
A free black, that’s what I Am…
Don’t try wound me with this word.
The N word,
Only, If the color of your skin
Is comparable with me
Show me affection,
and empower me, therefore.
Is like a pat on my back
That warmth my core.
The N word
You don’t call me that.
This is a past that I want to forget. (It still hurts).
This is a pain that my soul, still carries on. (carry on)
it’s the pain of being ripped from your land
to a foreign land to be a slaved.
It is the remembrance of the inhumane.
It’s the negation of the freedom
because of the color of your face.
The exasperation of losing and no crying.
The frustration of seeing and no saying.
See the whippings, see the harsh, see the rapes,
the brutalities, the floggings, and despairs.
Living in fear, with the fear of misbehaving.
With the limitation of “knowing your place”.
It is a curse.
It’s the transfer from happiness to sorrow to shame.
I’m black, yeah, very black, yeah
It’s the color of my roots,
it’s the color of my land.
It’s the color of my hair.
I’m black, yeah, a proud black, yeah.
I’m a free man, still fighting to be free.
I’m a human being, still waiting to be treated.
Don’t slave me with your word
I still, will fight for it.
by: Maria Aduke Alabi
www.mariaadukealabi.com
Visit: https://vocal.media/poets/the-n-word
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