A N****r's Raggedy Thoughts

'N****r!
beast from the darkest of the world
brace up for today's work!'

We dance,
to the mocking song
on the white man's tongue.

We walk,
with worn out soles
and weary souls.

We look,
with heavy eyes
upon the sun's rise.

The cruel beast,
his pig-pale skin,
he crowns,on us,himself king.

Author's Note

A poem still in the works

Reviews

[Oyindamola Shoola]

lovely description of n****r, terrific and strong words tho... but its good, you put them just where they belong.