your thoughts on this poem

i was surfing the web and i found this poem on ctadams.com and wanted to know what you all think about it: Public Service Announcement This is for all the **** out there… ****… stop call each other **** **** A word Referred To when the **** master Would say things such as Where's my ****, where you been ****, come here ****, that's my **** Imagine our ancestors sitting on the train or the bus Hearing us When we say Where's my ****, where you been ****, come here ****, that's my **** This is a public service announcement When you call black people **** it ain't cool it's a denouncement Degrading our race Helping "the man" putting us back in our place We're living in a world were black people faced Discrimination, segregation, humiliation, and separation Between our own people And I'm standing out looking in through the peep hole And it's real pitiful Shocking and appalling That we've went through so much but still resort to the name-calling But I really do find it funny how When a black person says **** then everything's alright But you'll be ready to fight if the dude was white But that ain't right That's why I'm uncovering the light With these words that I write Trying to give you some insight Telling you that word is not cool in spite Of what Black society may think We need to rethink Sit back and realize that we have been hoodwinked And bamboozled And "the man" has made a fool of Each and every last one of us So if we are going to continue to use that word We might as well start sitting in the back of the bus Tell Jesse Jackson that there is no more hope And give up our hard fought right to vote Let's go back to coming in from the back of the restaurant Because **** wasn't allowed to come in through the front Let's forget about those freedom speeches and civil rights Let's go back to separate facilities for blacks and the whites I mean **** wasn't liked, but they were viewed as people And since we call ourselves ****, might as well go back to "Separate but equal" Forget Dr. King's dream and Malcolm X's plan I'm sure **** loved being bound by "the man" Let's forget about these **** who ride nice cars on these roads Let's go back to being the **** on that Underground Railroad If we keep calling ourselves ****, do you know where we'll be Back on that plantation, bound in slavery This word **** is a disease and I wonder who can save us This is just something to think about… But I'll holla at y'all **** later Written by Torrian Tucker