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 I took a train with no destination in mind to leave
All the noise and oppression behind
As the train approached the end of the line

A loud drunken raspy voice shouted

“N*GGER’S CAN”T READ”

At the time my head was buried in a book
I buried it deeper and my head I shook

I could jump from my seat and hit him so hard
That his whole face turn black and blue
Then he would look like an N*gga too

I thought to myself no need for confrontation why add to the stereotype
That we are angry and filled with aggression besides
I have too much to lose and much self respect Then to
Jump up and put an old redneck in check.

These kinds of white people must fall from other planets
And are not up on current events or maybe he was abducted
By aliens in 1952

I thought about how far we have come but still not far enough
I thought about when rebellious young black people refused the old ways
And refuse to say “YUSA BOSS” Uncle Tom is dead and gone

I thought about the abandoned trains left on the tracks in the inner cites
Filled with loaded AK 47’s and OOZIES

I wondered who made the first batch of crack.
Who followed Megar Evar’s home and shot him in the back
We were tired we had to fight back they could no longer hang us and strap our backs
So they flooded our neighborhoods with crack just to get us back

“Yes we were bought for a price and turned against our own race” did we have a choice? Your chains, your ropes and your shotguns
Silenced our voice

But still we speak

Who snatched Emit Teal out of his bed?
Who beat and tortured and disfigured his head
What was his crime?

“HE WHISLED AT WHITE WOMEN IN MISSIPPI in 1955

Who chained and drug James Byrd Jr. to his death?

WHAT WAS HIS CRIME?

WALKING HOME IN JASPER TEXAS LATE AT NIGHT
AND ENCOUNTERED BY HATE THAT WAS WHITE

This is not a pretty sight

As long as we black we are going to have to fight
Fight to be something we were born to be a human being
But they still will not let us be

They call us aggressive for fighting against Economic injustice?
Who’s trying to assassinate Barak Obama they say he only got pass
Cause he has a white mama

The CIA. The FBI, COINDELPRO

Rearing its ugly head don’t stop till all them N*GGARZ be dead

We are the children of EXODUS this is the exit of us out of captivity

Our song is in our prayer

Our dance is in our praise

Before I could turn to the next page two brothers jumped up
In a violent rage

I thought about Martin who stood for non-violence
While they beat that white man into utter silence

We should have overcome that’s true
But truth is I was angry too

2007 © WIZE DOM

 

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Poteic Justice says:

I love it "I could jump from my seat and hit him so hard That his whole face turn black and blue Then he would look like an N*gga too"
 

Flora$$$ghostw12 says:

Your whole poem is strong and open like the trains. Punches the reader in the face in a way more shocking than an actual punch

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