We are not NIGGERS anymore! (A Poem)
By any means necessary!
I originally wrote this poem in a hope to show young people that using the N-word was something that they could change because I think that so many of them understand the power of acceptance. However, today I am posting it as an anthem to Trayvon Martin. I am posting it because most whites still don't understand why blacks get so angry when our children are brutalized in plain sight and no one is held accountable. I once watched a documentary where a guy said about the constant harassment that black people went through before the explosion of the Watt's riots, and I'm paraphrasing, that each time a tragedy like this happens you are feeding me a spoon full of hate. Every time a child is shot, an that includes black-on-black crime, you are telling me you hate me. Every time no one is arrested, you are telling me you hate me. I have never been arrested. I have always worked and I have always believed in equality for all and in justice for those who commit crimes. However, now I'm angry and I don't know how to stop it, so I write about it. Peace.
We ain’t niggahs no mo!
400 years of slavery where our women were raped
We were beaten, starved, and lynched
400 hundred years of being degraded
With a word that was formed out of brutality
I can’t understand why the sons of Royalty
Would label themselves as animals
I can’t understand why the root of mankind
Would continue to dishonor those who came before us
We ain’t niggahs no mo!
Term of endearment
Tell that to Malcolm X
Because we are brothas
What family kills itself?
Every time we acknowledge the word niggah
We accept a chain that was intended
To destroy our souls and to delete our humanity
It allows us to see ourselves as less than animals
It helps others justify their guilt
We ain’t niggahs no mo!
Term of endearment
Tell that to James Meredith
Because we are brothas
What family kills itself?
I reject the moniker of hate
It existed in the past
But it does not apply to me
I am a powerful Nubian Prince
Whose legacy was written
Before history was recorded
I am not a nigger anymore
Term of endearment
Tell that to that to those four little girls
Because we are brothas
What family kills itself?
It's time that we realize
That Bob Marley was right
We can ‘emancipate’ ourselves
By throwing off part off the yoke
That binds us to a past of violence
We ain’t niggahs no mo
by Bruce Bean