My feelings on black people using the word N*gga

The n*gga word is a cancer and I have used it.
It’s an addiction and I have to stop it.
I won’t lie, in this poem will be honest.
I heard this in R rated movies and rap lyrics.
I love rap music and always will.
Some lyrics are so cold, it gives me chills
and I’m being for real.
There are a lot of black men I look up to,
like Martin Luther King, Barack Obama, Kobe Bryant, Leborn James, there are many more
but I’m just naming a few.
The one black man I admire the most is Malcolm X.
He stands for what he believes in, a strong Muslim that fought for black independence.
Sometimes I wish he still existed and was still living.
I wish I had half the heart that he did.
Because in the 1960’s in America, it was a lot of racist shit back then.
The world was violent for African Americans
and Blacks were outnumbered by the educated whites but Malcolm still choose to fight.
He tried to fight the black man war in America
and I can’t even show up prepared to my own battle.
It’s so sad though thinking about what this world have came to.
I wonder what would Malcolm would do?
I wished he was still alive.
Now in the fourth line of this poem,
I stated ” Some lyrics are so cold, it gives me chills
and I’m being for real”.
Listening to hardcore rap is a good feel
but yet and I hate to say it, because I don’t like to judge other men
but rap has increased the ignorance.
This is old news.

For years gangsta rap has been in the news.
Now I believe almost all rappers mean well
and I get it, its business and they have to make record sales.
N*ggas, bitches*, gunshots, these words in rap lyrics sale.
I’m guilty of using the word ‘n*ggas’ and referring to women as ‘b*tches’.
Truth be told, words have the power to build and destroy, its an addiction.
I was listening to a few Malcolm X speeches, and I also saw a youtube video of his daughter speaking(I will post a video below) about her opinion on the n*gga word
and it made me think.
I want to be a strong black man, but I can’t unless I get rid of my demons.
The negative words I have been using for years.
Now the slang definition of n*gga
N*gga – A word that only black people use to call there homies if a white person uses it they are some deep shit.
Forget about the word n*gga and think about it like this.
How can you get mad about something somebody else do or say to you
if your doing it yourself?
This question I just asked is a poison that not came out the closet
because we only care about how we treat ourselves but not others.
This world is full of hypocrites.
Now nobody is perfect, and like I said, numerous times I have said ‘n*gga’
but I must stop it and I will pray I never use this word again.
Now maybe not all black would agree, but I’m just saying what I believe.

There are plenty of black intelligent people that are capable of achieving many things that use the word “n*gga” on a daily basis but in this world, sad to say, but you barely get judged by what’s in your heart and by  your actions, but very quickly you  get judged by what you have, what you wear and what you say.

Now everybody is welcome to comment on this

Should black people use the word n*gga?

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From Interracial couples, True Love, and Black People

This post is about my feelings on interracial couples, why I think true love is hard to find and black people as a whole.

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Black Like Me, White Like You

Before you read my poem, I just want to say a few things that I always think about!

I always wonder on social media(especially on twitter) I notice that black people always say stuff like

“Black Men, I love y’all. Y’all are so strong. I appreciate y’all!”

“Black women……..we are the shit and I love y’all fine asses too”

“It’s very motivating to see young black people making moves and being successful”

Now I am a black man and I want black people to do well and exceed. In all honesty, I want every race to succeed. Now I notice black people on social media compliment each other and express how beautiful black people are and that’s great but in reality, how come I don’t see this same support in real life? Doesn’t it feel like black people compete with each other instead of trying to help each other in real life? Besides social media, what are some ways that black people can support each other in real life? Besides boxing and dancing, do you feel like black are a step behind every other race in this world? Let’s say in the google search bar, you typed in “Men” and then you select the images tab, now do you see more white men faces or black men faces? Why do we celebrate black history during the month of February? Instead of celebrating black history during February, why can’t history be history and we celebrate black and white people from the past together every month all year round? Why are we taught in elementary schools that Christopher Columbus discovered America? How can white people be more supportive against black people and fight with us against racism so black people can achieve more?

Another scenario I wanna make is, lets say you take the average young black man about in his twenties. His best friend is a white man name “Tom”. They been friends for years. One day, Tom seems him in the street and tries to give him a hug and says to the black man “Wassup my nigga”. Now how do you think the average black man would respond?

Now after you answer that question, let’s say Tom was black, hell lets say Tom was black and the young black man Tom only knew each other for a few months and Toms says “Wassup my nigga” now how do you the the average black man would respond? After you answer this question, is your answer different from the answer you provided for the previous question?

Imagine you reverse the color of your skin

and your now among a different trend.

To experience a new life, a new difference.

To see what it’s like to have parents

that are complete opposites of what your use to.

Is their really a difference between black and white people?

Based on declaration of Independence, are all men created equal?

Let’s say for a week, I switched lives with a white guy and see things

through his eyes and he see things through mine.

What would I see?

I vision a difference.

I now come from a different birth place, different space.

See different people, see different faces.

I see the powerful unity between I and my siblings

and we have the same parents.

Coworkers and their friendly persona without much drama.

It’s definitely an honor to dressing a fancy suit

with my own office

Through the help with my parents and thought out choices,

my career will take me to long places.

Good grades in high school and college.

Even though I’m friendly with everybody,

I refused to get involved with ignorance so

I never got accustomed to black faces.

I kept my distance.

Even with the help of Martin Luther King,

I never comprehended the ignorance and violence

towards one another the blacks demonstrated.

Their race as a whole is devastating.

This is what I see in a white man dream.

But what does white man see in me in his dream?

He visions a difference.

Now he comes from a different birth place.

Now dwell in a different space.

See different people, different faces.

Forced to endure betrayal of his siblings

and live under a roof of a single parent.

Co-worker act friendly in front of each other faces

but deep down really jealous of each other.

Workers are being abused by supervisors

and the poor management and constant drama.

It’s a shame to work at a place where he only make

a dollar above minimum wage.

Even though he had decent grades in college,

yet still struggling to reach high places.

He learned in this world

it’s not what you know,

it’s who you know with the right color face.

He is constantly involved in ignorance and drama,

but really just wanna be friendly with everybody.

Hard to find friends of his kind, so he looks to find

friends of the kind of mine.

The black people, he keeps his distance,

unfortunately the white people resist him.

Plus his own kind think he is a sellout.

He realize his race as a whole is devastating.