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My Niggaz

"My niggers". Says the master of 
demeaning terminology, 
psychologically implementing the 
torture of his implements, with 
evidence ranging from delusional 
to non existent, that the 
persistence of his assault, bought 
him the rights to women and men,
Again, from his core he shouts the phrase, 
which lays the self proclaimed ranking 
of the slaves, The brave dictator, 
a title he will prove and kill to keep, 
but cheap is his manhood 
and words that he speaks,


Think about it and fast forward to the present, 
where the presence of a friend is acknowledged 
in modern ways, but modern days, we call it slang, 
drop the "er" to add an a, then say, my nigga 
to another brother, when other words would suffice 
to express the simple bond, but fond, we have become 
to staying linked to past expressions, with obsession, 
for the word fought hard to abolish, but polish it 
we have done, redefined for acknowledgment, 
yet I ask for the past, why would descendants polish sh*t?


Times change, we all claim,  
how the word has no power, 
yet we cower by way of rage 
when it falls from Caucasian voices, 
this choice is the proof that hearts hold true, 
we do the dance our ancestors did, 
but with reverse prejudice, 
a characteristic of a kid, they hid, 
their sorrow for tomorrows plan, 
to understand this thought is to 
celebrate a race, yet we chase 
the hatred of a past generation, 
with elation we toss the word 
amongst ourselves, on shelves, 
it belongs with our history, 
the mystery on the other hand is solved, 
a mind evolved and race respected, 
reasons for bloodshed and riots, so quiet I
s pride of their suffered violence, 
and out of deserved gratitude, 
"my niggaz" have died in silence.

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  1. Date: 1/4/2012 12:36:00 PM
    Congratulations on making it through the 1st round of PoetrySoup International Contest. Wishing you the best in the finals Audonus. Love, Carol

  1. Date: 6/5/2011 6:24:00 AM
    Very good lesson here... Read my poem "WHat My Eyes See Now" this was a lesson for me that I carry for life...Michael