BE BLACK AGAIN!

This poem comes hard but it is truthful and honest! If it offends you...It is what it is.

 

 

I have to ask you n****s if you are serious?
I know you don't give a damn about who you are!
You choose to be a festering wound to our people!
You enjoy being a infected bubbling scar!

 

How the Hell do you live with yourself?
Do you comprehend your villainous sight?
Perhaps you are lost in your are eclipsing dark abandon!
Remaining our people's crushing black holes of night!

 

You sling that ignorant poison
You floss that blood gold that you wear
Never giving a thought for a moment
To the millions you leave in utter despair

 

No, you just keep slinging and banging
Running through women and calling them "Hoes!"
Ignoring backlash after following backlash
You let our innocent youth feel all of your blows

 

The nation finally elected a black President
Yet, it's you who top the news every night
With your murders, rapes, and robberies
Thousands dying because of your callous gang fights

 

On Facebook we see you idiots flossing
You walk around spitting "I'm tha Man!"
Its a foolish ignorant statement
Something my mind just can't understand!

 

That gold and diamonds you wear have all been stolen

Taken from the souls you helped lose their way
That paper you display is from modern slavery
It's payment for leading young brothers astray

Thousands of you languish in prison
While millions of you inhabit our streets
Mentoring and creating more stupid n****s

Who kill the hopes of the sisters and brothers they meet

 

N****S CAN YOU HEAR ME?
You are destroying millions of black precious lives!
You are running rabid through innocent people
You leave nothing but pain to survive!

 

I hate to call you n****s but you idiots define the word
You are cooning, savage, lost n****s! 
You give credence to a evil racist word

 

You never want to be called a black man
You live to be one of the crowd
You are scheming, ruthless, and evil!
Forget what it means to be  "Young, Black, and Proud!"

 

Truth is one day the party will be over
They will kill the lights and tell you n****s to go home
That’s when my lost stupid brothers
You will wake up in your Hell all alone!

 

See the clock is ticking down on n****s
Jail and death will strike you or your friends
Then all you wannabe "Gangsta n****s"
Will run home to be BLACK once again!

 

© 2013 Eddie K. Phillips

Author's Note

This poem comes a little hard. I don't care how it offends some people because it needs to be said. I am so tired of seeing black kids killed. I am from Chicago and my family lives in Chicago. It is a every day thing. Our young people really need to wake up!

Reviews

[Holly Mason]

I agree with a.h. pinley there-the race debate is old
I find this type of character in any race-just a person who wants it all for nothing and if not under threat they take
you have put yourself out on the line in this truly
very thought provoking I would be a nervous wreck to write white trash but you have handled this with a brave demeanor truly
we all have to set examples for our youth but we all need to remember it is amazing for us all to savor our personal heritage-and this is coming from a lady who has no true idea of what hers is _I was slightly raised by maternal grandparents then the rest of my raising 13 on was well by me-I hold no resentment I have lived a glorious life crime free with no support truly
thank you so this is great writing truly

[Eddie Phillips]

Thank you, I do not see this as a race debate poem. I see it as a tragedy of black youth. My wife's great uncle Fred Shuttlesworth was a trusted advisor to Dr. Martin Luther King. He was stabbed and his wife beaten when he tried to take his children to a integrated school. He was almost blown up in a church; only saved by a church safe. My point is that it is horrible what is going on in the black community. Most people see the crime as Gangs and drugs. They do not see the innocent children who die just because they live in the neighborhood. When you have no pride of self you have no love for anyone. That is what this poem is about. Remembering your history and seeing what evil you inflict on your community by not remembering you are a man. Black, white, etc. Thanks for reading. I know this is a hardcore poem. It was written to be just that. :)

[Eddie Phillips]

I have another poem that I will post later that covers that point further. It is another hard one that may piss people off a little.

[Holly Mason]

you are something else young man truly keep it up*)

[Marc Marlon Villaflor]

I love this piece it is very relevant in our world today. you have a strong direction with this kind of style, I love it! it is very attractive write! Keep writing bro.

[Eddie Phillips]

Thank you. I am passionate about this subject.

[Michael G.]

There is a hard edginess to this write that really sets the tone to this magnificent write.
Though you speak to Blacks in particular, this could be posted on any light post in any neighborhood anywhere. You cover your concerns and beliefs extremely well.
Surprisingly perhaps,this also brought back some very fond memories from my past, that I won't go into for now. You touched me with this write.
I thank you for the privilege of reading your work.
Keep writing.

[Eddie Phillips]

You honor me with your kind words. This was a hard poem to write. The emotion was strong and I wanted to get it right. Thank you for reading and connecting with it.

[Michael G.]

It is obviously written from the heart... and mind.

[A. H. Pinley]

Would this be considered "BLUNT"? I'm tired of the whole race debate. Must love yourself before you can love others. The answer to the problem begins with you. So many have been led astray in order to keep others in power and in roles of influence. I will not mention names, because I know you know who I'm talking about. Powerful write.

[Eddie Phillips]

It is blunt. Sometimes we have to call things what they are!

[Eddie Phillips]

I don't see race as a debate. This country is full of people who have diverse cultural backgrounds. The problem is that in this melting pot we ignore our inner worth and culture. When we do that we do not share the wonderful parts of our backgrounds. I get tired of hearing and seeing black men as thugs. The stereotype has become so strong that the youth of today follow it as gospel. That is why this poem is blunt and to the point.