Below is the poem entitled The Black Boomerang which was written by poet
Kwansa. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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The word’s speaker and listener would hear
Not from one another,
But from a burning Sixo;
They would feel
A noose was choking
Before they could even tell
Themselves to “rest in peace”;
They would see
Into the bodies of intelligent black heroes and heroines;
They would taste
That could have filled all the courtrooms
Where racist murderers were not convicted;
They would smell
Waste of those treated like human waste –
A stench strong enough to make some jump
Ship just for a breath of fresh air,
Before the waters
Then enslaved them ….
These effects may sound
But are they any more
Than our current
Usage of the “n”- word?
Many of us would say nothing
If a black friend declared,
“A ______ will never become the President of the United States of America ….”
To be honest,
I even agree
With the essence of this statement.
For only a full black man or woman
That still leaves all black people in the running.