The Black Card

You walk around with your hand out
like the world owes you something
A chip on your shoulder
for enslavement you never endured
Crying out for retribution
over years of oppression
you never suffered
and now you sit on Uncle Sam's coattails
As he piggy-backs you
more then halfway through your life
spoon feeding you
housing you
dressing you in the finest clothing
never once realizing that
THIS
is different time
and your Mother's and Father's now collect
Welfare
instead of
Cotton
Quick to cause a civil case
due to "Unjust Termination"
when truth be told
it was two days of
No call
No show
Discrediting me
though my birth certificate says,
"Black"
you misinterpret my caramel skin
for white
or  "not black enough"
what a fool you are
get your facts straight
because as of now
you act no better
then the ignorance
that ran rampant
during "colored" times
So don't play poker with me
and throw the race card
because I sure will remind you
one man "Had a dream"
not a "Get outta jail free" card

Author's Note

DISCLAIMER ***This piece is about ME and before anyone gets offended I am a BLACK female. This also DOES NOT apply to ALL blacks. There is one person specifically this is about and he would be too ignorant and self righteous to understand it.***

Reviews

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

These degenerates make me sick. I get sick of the damn race card. These are the same type of people who ask me why I didnt take MLK day off to lay around and do nothing. I have to remind them that he said...

"“If a man is called to be a street sweeper, he should sweep streets even as Michelangelo painted, or Beethoven composed music, or Shakespeare wrote poetry. He should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say, here lived a great street sweeper who did his job well.”

Then I ask why they would bastardize the name of a person who spoke so highly of work ethic to lounge around and be unproductive.

I honestly get sick of this stupid race card. I will call it quits before this turns into a book!

You speak the truth! Br00tal honesty...I love it.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Bravo, you are one ballsy lady and I admire you for this one.

[SpokenWord]

I do love when people exercise their right to freedom of speech without fear and it would be nice to see more comments on this poem. I call this a "Slam" piece not because it is slamming someone but because the poem itself is just slamming, nice job on that.

This past Monday at work my job had layoffs and one person was laid off so that the company could keep me. We are both black but one person made a comment to another that the company decided to keep the "token black" over the real black person. This something I have faced my entire working career from my own race. This time it felt good because other black people stood up for me and pointed out my work ethic compared to hers, the fact that I on my own did part of her job and mine for over a year because she felt over worked, like i didn't have enough to do but my thought is, it has to get done if not me than who when someone has dropped the ball. I am still there because I brought more value to the company than she did and she is more educated than me. She felt that my company "Owed" her something besides a paycheck. That attitude made her complacent and that is why she allowed me take work from her and claim it as my own and therefore sealing the right to be there as mine.

This same person who had the guts to call me an "token" behind my back a few years back told me that she felt that I wasn't black because of the way I talk and "ACT" I asked her calmly at first, "Who make you Queen of all black people to decide who is black and who is not?" She said black people don't act like me and that pissed me off so I told her I have helped welfare to work mothers get employment, I have marched for equal housing for black people in colonial heights, VA while being surrounded by the KKK, I have been on stage with Loretta Scott King and Jessie Jackson giving a benediction prayer, I have worked with the homeless and been a mentor for black youth in inner city schools. I then asked her what has she done for the black community and she sat their with this stupid look on her face and I said I am more black then you will ever be because I put myself out there to help my community not divide it!! I am still pissed off about it so i will shut up now.

and that is what your poem made me think about. Great write.