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Nigga…

“Nigga…”

 

 

I was born a young black man raised in a jungle of slaves..
Free in body…..
but by the mind I was still captured…
Engaged in rage in a cage…
as we progress slow and degrade each other faster…
Exclude me from your torment..
When you approach me know that I’m not the usual prospect…
Know that I’m not in your realm of hate..

 

But glory…
My God made me a Prince to one day become a King…
and tell my story…
Therefor…..
If you feel the need to grasp my attention…
Honor is greatly appreciated..
If given….
I demand to be respected…
Anything else is not accepted..
We take a word defined as ignorant…
Then with pride, we labeled ourselves with it…

 

Self neglected proving our ignorance…
All chances of dignity is shelved…
And no-one cares…
We have the power, so why do we…
Accept the lies that we amount to only…
What they say we are..
My glass is half full..
Still I rise…
Are you settling for downfall..
Well not me, I’m straight…
My focus is faith, without the help of man….

 

I got to stay from around you all…
I decoded the notion…
And created a potion of love and devotion..
To ones self…
I own me…
I thrown thee…
My rights are complimented..
As my wrongs bleed for attention…
This is my Public Announcement..
No matter how you see yourself..
When you address me..
Filter your shackled mind set…
For pure flow of righteousness…
Call me King..
or brother..
A man of God..

 

but please….
Do not defile my Spirit with the curse of calling me a Nigga..
I will try my best to do the same…
We all should be ashamed…
When our mothers gave us a birth name..
and yet nigga is proudly claimed..
For a few bucks and a gold chain..
Now that’s my nigga…

 

Smdh…

 

 

A: Poetic Thought By: Marvel

 

 

“Nigga…” Is A Poetic Thought by: Marvel Saffold © Copyright Marlevous Thoughts 2014, All Rights Reserved.

 

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I'm Marvel Saffold, I'm a Witblogger out of Riviera Beach, FL. I'm also a Rapper, many years ago I wasn't aware of the power of literature. Specially my literature, until I started exploiting writing in different format--from music to poetry. Having made that transition--I even surprised myself many of times. The real kicker is I tasted the power prior--in the 9th Grade. I will forever love Ms. Saunders, my English Teacher at William T. Dwyer; because it was then, in her Class that I started mastering writing literature. Years later I'm finally realizing how much of an influence Her Class had in my writing process even in music. I found myself using all that I've learned from Ms. Saunders. I love writing no matter what it is.

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