THE 'N' WORD

In this modern day world We seem to consume The "N" word of hate The slave word for doom This word has been drenched In red from our blood It enslaved us like swine Chain dragged through the mud How fast we forget Those lynch mobs and scars The burnings and beatings Those hot branding bars Our freedom was taken Our humanity stole We were just that "N" word No body no soul Our women were raped Some men were castrated Black children were sold Our race was degraded With the crack of a whip This word was yelled out With each break in our necks The rope showed know doubt We were hunted like prey Then put on the block We were branded as slaves With a chain brace and lock This "N" word was use To take guilt out of blame Because it made us inhuman To be killed with no shame Yet after all of those years Of that suffering pain The use of this word Has weaken our brain We throw it around Like a word with no past But history lives on From the shadow it cast It's now part of our language In every sentence we say It shows off our ignorance In a sorry sad way There's no other culture And no other race That would embrace such a slur Or welcome disgrace Yet we as Black people Have done so for years Our dignity lost Without feelings or tears It's part of the reason We will never excel Or out-live our slums And Ghetto-ish hell

They Call Me Black And I Am Proud Of It

Aren't pyramids in Africa? If so, weren't they built by people with black skin? I'm told there is a great dream but, why should I learn about a history that won't put food in my Black hand? I'm told a mighty highway was built with learning and books for a proud Black civilization of inventors and educators, but someone has hidden these pages from school children with dreams to hide what is expected of them to keep the wealth from everyday man. Aren't the dark ages of slavery - here today? Why should I learn about a once great Black people: Frederick Douglas and W.E.B. DuBois Malcolm X and Rosa Parks and the good Dr. King and many other African Kings and Queens beyond bright black robes and hats? They can't find this Black man a job? Why do they call me Black, and steal my ancestry and identity from library bookshelves? ... Why do they call me Black and use slavery tricks, lies, and Gestapo tactics to train my own Black people to try to stomp and chop me down to smithereens? ... Why are there some Black people telling of Black-brainwashing, while other new Blacks and other races of people are riding our black broken backs, then helping to drug and cheat our people down to oblivion? ... Why are those old history books and stories so important to you when I can't get decent medical care and when my babies are wondering where we will live and sleep tonight? Once we were African Kings and Queens now aren't we just puppets on a string the black crow is flying, death is in the house, death is no longer just a dream, and Malcolm X's motto has been stolen by race haters - "by any means necessary" is their new motto to keep the Black man beaten down ... So our people no longer dare to dream? When will my people learn the struggle is not outside, its within? It's a self-defeating African American family trained to hate and abuse itself by those who know control and fear will keep our race divided, and that, if you kill the Black family, you crush the African American dream. I say we need an African American Flag in America A flag of what we may someday become so our children and others will know where we came from, what we stand for, and what we are actually made of. And we should fly that flag high in winds proud and strong beneath silver stars!

Young Prince

Young Black Prince of mine, First heir to the throne. Your Kingdom is divided You land is not your own. Your riches have been plundered. Your culture disavowed. Your history's been twisted, the truth lost to you now. Your royal bloods been tainted; Your lineage obscured. They'll tell you that you're worthless. They'll hold you at the sword. They'll give you pauper's rations. They'll fence you up in slums. They'll try to cage your gifted mind. They'll throw you meager crumbs. But they cannot destroy you. That they can never do. You are the son of Mighty Kings, they live inside of you. A noble blood runs through your veins and you are not alone. The sprit of your grandfathers lives inside your bones. The jewel of creation. You were the first of man. Before their kind had fire, your cities were on hand. Your fathers fathered nations. The world round came to greet the mighty kings of your land and studied at their feet. From us they learned to read the stars to plot an earthly path. They went away with medicine, construction skills and math. They feared our mighty warriors. They envied us our land. They scorned our wise traditions, that they did not understand. They crammed us into cages; took us across the sea. They re-wrote history's pages leaving out our past glory. But truth, like rising tides return always to the shore; The mysteries of your lineage are lost to you no more. So be sure and never question the measure of your worth. You are a prince among mankind By reason of your birth Written by Briley Gabriel