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
