Hey Black Guy

I'm looking for this man. Have you seen him?

Hey, Black Guy


Hey black guy,
You're so fly, I can't deny
the way you work that belt,
Make it shine.
I like the way you take your time,
in your rhymes.
So clean and neat,
it matches your beat.
And you don't go and seethe,
when the drunk white guy yells,
He sells and don't tell.
But you don't buy because you can see.
Your teeth are clean, you can be,
Anyone you want to be because your soul is there,
It don't care,
What anyone thinks.
You don't hang out with just blacks or Caucasians,
Or Hispanics and Asians.
Your friends and family are taken,
by your brilliant light of anti-segregation.
You're not shaken,
when the drunk white guy makes his remark,
Calls you on the spot to get you to talk,
"N****r, you ain't worth the time.
You're life can't be defined,
It don't matter what you're like,
I'll lick you out like a light."
What did he say?
You laugh it off and move ahead,
with your own rhyme in mind.
You're so kind,
I like the way you turn away,
And don't say what you want to say,
Because you know the white guy will stain,
Your beautiful brain,
And all that shame,
Would go on your name.
So don't feel lame,
You're a man,
Who knows how to tame.
that trembling hand,
And I know you won't restrain,
The next time he disrespect those names,
Of your brothers and sisters,
And that's the awe I have,
For your words and your fists,
Taken out only when He insists,
And the white guy persists,
Until your patience wears down.
But I've seen you.
And you're better than the other blacks,
You're no gangster,
You're friends actually have your back,
They won't stab or attack,
or betray and then say,
"You lack what we have."
Because that's not true,
I've seen you.
I know what you've been through,
And I think it's tough how you can smile,
When your heart is crushed by miles
And miles of wrong names they gave.
All I can say,
I love the way you can remain the same,
No matter which day,
Or what you take for punishment,
For a crime of being dark,
Of being stereotyped, not smart,
Or supposedly high on drugs,
Or wearing slim shades, you thug,
But you strut your stuff,
And make it work.
You tut at women with big butts,
Wearing mesh and makeup, like a big mess,
No respect for her trunk,
And I can see the mirth on your face,
As she walks your way,
Sees your race,
Makes her move and goes for you.
But I love the way you deny her sway,
She's not good for a man like you, so cool,
A man that respects a woman, no drool,
No whistle or tap or smack 'dat a*s',
You have class.
I like that you deny your stats,
I've seen you commit to your acts,
Good grades because you have good dreams,
Of being who you want to be,
No time for low self-esteem,
by what the white guy said,
or what the other black guys said,
or what your mind might have led,
When it thought you ain't much in the end.
But I've seen you.
And I know you're here,
Somewhere, and you can be,
Anyone you want to be because your soul is there,
It don't care,
What anyone thinks.




This is sort of a rant. I respect black guys that act like GENTLEMEN, RESPECT their women, find their RAP AS ARTISTIC EXPRESSION, owns and knows how to use a BELT to keep their pants up, and LAUGH OFF RACISM because it's so last century.

They're there!!!


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Author's Note

I'm high on erasers so... criticisms welcomed, please. Opinions too.

Reviews

[twylight999777]

I like it. :) And I agree. All races have people who are bad, and some who are good. We are all human, and humans are crazy. It's those of us who fight through the craziness which determination and courage that succeed. :) Go humanity, down with sterotypes and stupidity! :D

[Dove]

Woah... I've never read anything like this. I read this particular poem out loud and the flow is just amazing. The rhymes were on cue. Every race has people who dont really act the way they should act. This poem is seriously really cool and I was kind of disappointed when it was over because I liked it so much. I hate racism and I hate sterotypes. Sometimes poetry can feel a little forced as if the author feels like they have to say a certain thing. I like how in your poem it didnt seem forced it sounded like you were just talking and saying what YOU wanted to say.

[Wheroxley]

This is really, really fantastic. Certain lines bothered me a little, but that's sort of what I like about it: this feels like it belongs to you, like it's yours. A great deal of poetry by people our age feels forced, as if it's for someone--but this feels like it isn't for anyone but yourself. There are a few grammatical errors here and there, but they're so rare that they don't detract from the poem itself at all. Sorry for rambling; basically what I'm saying is that this is probably the best piece of poetry that I've read coming from anyone our age.

[RedInk524]

Umm... too bad almost none act like gentlemen.