Black Poetry : I Am That Which I Call Myself, I Am A Man

Nahshon

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In the Beginning I was known as Man
Only to be renamed, by my children
Respect for me they showed, but that was then
Originally they called me Night
The absorber of light
I Accepted this as a compliment of my beauty, glory and color
See with nocturnal darkness strength is replenished by the inevitable slumber.
Till the hour number reached beyond seven
And luminaries shine our region from the heavens.
Which brings forth the second day
Great grandchildren my heart impale
Trying to ridicule my color, yet they're the ones who are pale.
And they say Parents just don't understand?
It's your parents who knew the original man.
I see you rename yourself European, call me African
I though am still just a man.
You no longer see me as the beauty of the night
You only look at me with dread and fright
Still you are my kin in my heart…you must have some means to be blessed
Even though you cause persecution and stress…
Another awakening the third day
Long way since creations dawn
Tribes and nations I've spawned
African, Indian, Asian, European
Different hues of skin but all akin
Somehow you forgot how it all began
And fail to recognize you too are just man.
While world expansions advances faster than rifle triggers
I am now hated and called N!.g.g.er
Enslaved, whipped beaten, Tarred and feathered because of my hue
Keep lying to yourself the truth is you're from me. I'm not from you.
When you kill, you're Killing your father, and when you rape you're
raping your mother
Need I go any further?
I am treated as less than what I am
What are you if I'm the one called ignorant?
Evening rebirth starting of the fourth day
Now I'm called darkie and colored
No longer called N!.g.g.er to my face
Some have adopted Black as a name of a race
But black is a color not a name of a people.
If a name I were to take for myself
It would not be black or brown, but something which denotes my
spiritual wealth.
I am a child of the sun I'm of the melanation understand
I am that which I call myself, I am a man.
Today Dawn begins the fifth day
The fifth day two days short of seven
The rest day of the eternal one in heaven
What we have seen on this day
Could make men without faith pray
Terrorism, wars, in my mind calculates
Beyond the feeling of Hate
Beyond the feelings of Rage
Maybe the sixth day will turn the page
Of the book, the chapter of ignorance, of intolerance
Till we reach the seventh day, peace among nation perfection and acceptance
But right now I see my children drinking ignorance as a shot of rum
in a glass jigger
The name hated, and given in hate now acceptable to refer to ones
self as n!.g.g.er
Niggorant begets niggorance dyslexic acceptance
If we can get beyond these days maybe we'll all have a chance
To once again be called just a man
To be called just a man.
To be called a man.
 

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