I am a black person..
Afro American to some
Nigga to some
Negro to some
And nigger to some ..
My skin is the steel to my weaponry , I bare arms with my words , what I say can rule a nation or I can use it for destruction but I refuse to let these pigs corrupt our minds ..
I am a black person..
Inferior to some ..
Uneducated to some ..
Impotent to some
And unassertive to some...
They bore wickedness in the barrels of their guns that have manifested into their hearts .. See you can ignore my voice but this poetry is the foundation of my destiny ... And you can see what you want to see but in due time I will be that spark to my people as of sail boats guided by a light house ..
I will not rest till I see justice , I want them to feel the wrath of my people ... Hands up .. My arms are tired but I am not giving up ..
When they hung my people on trees and sodimized our women ..
Point guns at us .. Aim to shoot ..One man holding the gun but every man who is not willing to die , to fight and every man who believe it is okay to kill due to pigment ...pulls the trigger
I am a black person ..
I am poor to some ..
Ignorant to some ..
Angry to some ..
And born with vain ways to some ..
The confederate flags hang in my neighbor hood and I see blood drips on the road , as my car tires are painted crimson..
I do not hate the white man .. We say we are gonna raise black consciousness... But it's the white consciousness I want to raise like yeast , let them vividly see how horrifying it is to be black and just walk down the street ..
Treated like animals not humans , born to this generation to guide and lead I know my purpose now ..
No I do not hate white people , some white people have marched with my... people as we enter the cloud of dismal mayhem ..
I am a black person ..
My eyes tell lies to some ..
My palms pick cotton to some ..
A thief to some ..
And useless to some..
My faith is strong in my God & I know with every breath I breathe is the air of my ancestors ..
When I march and I rally with my people .. I think of all the others Before me and no I'm not scared to die by the Trigger because at least I won't die a coward like the one who pulled it ..
And I see it .. The fear in their pupils , the sweat from their scalps , the armpit stain from the anxiety of how powerful the black civilization is..
they cage us to the ghetto , like one big livestock waiting to shoot us all down and feed us to the press as an agitator when all we want was peace..
An endangered species , sad to say but history repeats it self and I know if they could , they'd still make us drink our own tears..
To get me thru I remember that my people came from queens and kings , sat on ancient throws ..
Archeologist claim artifacts from Africa weren't made by black people but yet keep pulling Afro picks out of tombs ..
I am a Black person ..
To my people I am strong
To my people I am worthy
To my people I am rich in godliness
To my people being black is an honor not a misfortune ..
Don't let them fool you ... We populated the earth and we have a right to have equal liberties
I am a black person ..
Yet my pen is a deadly weapon , and I'm aiming at every last one of you .. Good thing for my people we been running from bullets for so long I won't hit any..
I am a black person & I am proud to raise my fist in the mist of the Cloud
