Blackity

A Poem by Black Sheep

A poem taking about the history and struggle of African Americans mainly the n word.

The word tingles up with my nerves, it wasn’t what any of them deserved. It brings back cold nights at the slave castles, Hard thrashes by a whip, It brings up unwanted kissing from a white man's lip.
I wish it was something I could skip. But I hear the tears drip. A word they utter with no understanding of us, our culture our pride, and even our history that they got to decide, I see the tide the tide of the slave ships coming through. And for many years my black brothers and sistas had to make due. It's true I can smell the mold and mildew, of the ships. I can almost feel the discomfort oh god, chained to the ground like an animal, they forced us to be understandable.
Taking back this word may be wrong but it’s our toil. A toil you will never understand. Some of us may still feel with depression lingering my unborn son's mind may be haunted and yes I know our blackness is flaunted, because we were taunted. It’s not our choice our color.