Black Poetry : WHEN IT WAS ALRIGHT TO CALL US [The N-Word]

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  1. garlicsalt99

    garlicsalt99 Well-Known Member MEMBER

    Mar 21, 2001
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    This poem will lose it's bite if the language filters are applied. This poem isn't meant to offend, but to shed a perspective for those who make wanton use of the n-word. To the Powers that be ... don't be too mad at me.


    “Sticks and stones may break my bones” are words that stutter by
    But to say that words never hurt me … that’s an utter lie
    For, to hear the word n***** in its truest context is a hateful thing
    To hear it said with utter despise and contempt carries with it a very hateful ring
    It is this piece of America’s dark past we carry with us … even now
    As a testament to how separate we really are, contradictory to the vow -
    Of accepting all as they come to these shores on tolerances’ precipice
    Prevailing use of the n-word seems like tolerance and equality is for everyone accept us
    Denied common decency while being called our American given moniker
    With the intent of disrespect and insolence nationwide it was a common spur
    Meant to belittle and beguile and begrudge and embitter -
    The soul of our blackness - tarnish as some may try - that sparkles like glitter
    We’ve been denied so much, but then again we’ve made strides and great gains
    We have achieved a whole lot, but with sacrifice and great pain
    We’ve come a long way and at the same time we have a long way to go
    And in the back of somebody’s mind is the word n*****, like a volcano ready to blow

    As part of a genesis, it started with the Spanish word for black
    Benign enough to be just a color and not a term of verbal attack
    Before the inception of the Diaspora to the Americas and all points west
    It was simply just another word for black … in all seriousness and jest
    The word was and still is Négro, and by itself, it’s just a word
    Children learn its meaning in grade school … nothing obscene or absurd
    Innocently it’s just another adjective used to describe the color of things
    In proper perspective it’s just the Spanish word for black … a word a child says or sings
    But in the mouths of the older and mal-intentioned black takes a different connotation
    A word once benign, now contentious carrying with it varying levels of defamation
    With the use of witty entendre that people interject
    Ranging from condescending rhetoric to outright disrespect
    There begins a certain psychology and mentally that’s understood
    The darker something is, it’s bad … the lighter it is, it’s good
    Extending from the abstract to the concrete black takes an ugly turn
    Moving into very bad places as far as people are concerned

    Négro would be part of the vocabulary making the Diaspora active
    A term used to describe the obvious contrast between captors and captives
    By those of fairer skin, a foreign tongue and thin lips
    Herding captured Africans on monstrous slave ships
    By this time the word n***** was in full usage
    Along with other derogatory terms weighted with similar “abusage”
    As we moved under the lash, chained and fettered
    Examined like live stock, treated and herded as cattle
    Because we were different … we were treated as chattel
    Our men were emasculated, reduced to studding and labor … and nothing more
    Our women, reduced to being rape victims and common whores
    Our families, separated even before the voyages of the middle passage
    All of this done by those who would - and still do - call us savage
    They taunted us and lauded brutality to show their capacity for hate was bigger
    And to add insult to injury, they didn’t call us by our names … they called us n*****

    Over time the Négro turned to Negro in a very subtle way
    And over time the “o” in Negro morphed into an “a”
    And over time the tongue of the Scott-Irish and the Southerner turned the “a” into an “e-r”
    Hence the word N***** was born to be a description of who “we are”
    They called us n***** before welting us with the whip
    They called us n***** before forcing us on slave ships
    They called us n***** before putting us in chains and stocks
    They called us n***** before, during and after putting us on the auction block
    They called us n***** while we picked their tobacco and their cotton
    They called our children n***** while their children ran spoiled rotten
    They called our women n***** whores during and after ejaculating in their feminine spaces
    And when it suited them, they called us n***** just because … to our faces
    They called us n***** because they knew it humiliated us
    They called us n***** when they cut our Achilles heel and castrated us
    They called us n***** while legislating against us learning our letters
    And when it came down to it, they called us n***** to make themselves feel better

    N*****, a word given to us as slaves to put us in our place
    N*****, a word used by the frustrated before they spat in our face
    N***** … a word used openly and free
    Said in the presence of a black man or woman before they were hung from a tree
    N***** is what they called us when tensions ran a little less than high

    They called us n****** to rally themselves in a racially charged rallying cry
    N***** is a word used by those of perceived racial privilege
    To make us feel less than a people of proud assemblage
    N***** is a word they threw around like sand on a beach
    As a way of saying our place in this country will always be out of reach
    Taunting and haunting us as if that name was our brand
    Denying us any respect that we stand to demand
    And sadly, the word n***** is used by our own
    In its lexicon-o-graphic derivative “N****” used with a friendly undertone
    Used deliberately and liberally as slang between friends
    Who are at a loss at why this particular word offends

    The names we had were taken and replaced with the names they gave us
    And in the fashion of the missionary they said these Christian names would save us
    But not too long after they named us … burying our names like grave diggers
    They took those Christian names and they simply called us n*****
    They stripped us of the names that earned a prideful rich heritage
    Names we wore proudly and honorably as if we were to wear a pledge
    To keep the memory of our ancestors alive with names given by our mothers and fathers
    But because of ignorance and insensitivity our captives saw it as a bother
    They denied us the rights to be named in the tradition of the Ibo
    Held to the sky and named in the manner of the Mandingo
    To be named the mighty names after the manner of the Ashanti
    And to take the honorable names of the Akhan that many wore flauntly
    They told us what our names were going to be amongst the beatings and screaming
    Names that had no relevance to us and certainly had no meaning
    They named us as they would name pets, despite objections on our part
    Calling us n***** the whole way through, laced with malice in their hearts

    With every wincing glance and every searing leer sent
    With every cruel verbal inflection purposed to leave us near bent
    With energies allocated to put us down with efforts that were clear spent
    The word used to be a term of derision, we now use as terms of endearment
    Separated from slavery and the civil rights movement by divine deliverance
    We now throw the n-word around with apathetic indifference
    Not caring about the blemish on our history with such a word and its abrasion
    Its so common amongst us ,we use it as part of a regular salutation
    “Hey n****”, “Hey b****” … this is how we greet each other
    “WAS' SUP MY N****!!” is how we greet our sisters and brothers
    And no one feels any indignation … no contempt or slight
    As if changing the “e-r” to an “a” now makes it alright
    We default to tone of voice, and how it was said
    Who said it and in what context … and what was the situation that led
    To the use of the word used as slang we seem not to have a vanguard
    That if said by others to offend us … perpetuating a standing double standard

    When it was alright to call us n******, those who did so thought it alright
    They thought disrespecting us was the thing to do as sure as the sun is bright
    That calling us out of our names and making themselves feels on top -
    Would cause our dreams to burst … and like a bubble, pop
    When the word n***** was en vogue, it was so by those who spoke spite
    In a time when we in this country had little or no rights
    When we had no recourse and no protection under the law
    And the laws that were to protect us, our plights many never saw
    When the word n***** was as common as saying good morning and good afternoon
    It was common among those who felt justified using a rhetorical lampoon
    Reduced to satirical badgering and stereotypical mutterings
    A word purposed to be disrespectful to us, to others were common place uttering’s
    With all of the disrespect and condescension that the word “N*****” brought
    In all of its negativity, irreverence and spitefully hateful thoughts
    Was there ever an era … a time, dispensation or a day -
    That it was alright to call us n******? … It was never ok

    Written by: Charles
    © 2010
  2. $$RICH$$

    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

    United States
    Mar 21, 2001
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    felt all this whoaaaaaaaaaa!!!