Vice
Do not let men,
or women, or children
whose hands, ungloved,
in their fairest form,
who seem to be as pure
as our most gorgeous
rubies, yet are cloaked
with blood and hate
and ghost-like hoods,
attempt to serenade
you.
Attempting to
express your beauty
while blankly gazing
into eyes that seem
like little to nothing
to them. They’ll
call you a nigger, or
porch monkey, or coon,
or honkey, or cracker,
or hill-billy, or whatever
else may make you
seem smaller than them.
All these terms,
labels, names, sayings,
derogatory statements are
nothing more than simple
ignorant vice, or folly
of individuals who feel
more attached to
themselves than anything
else in this world.
They attach their parents
virtues to themselves
and pursue their lives
with elderly wrinkles
in their cognitive
processing.
They
feel alone and can’t
handle the thought of
it being because they
are horrible people,
who can’t realize
race, ethnicity, religion,
skine tone don’t make
a person less, or more,
or anything in between.
All it does for others
is destroy, humiliate,
intimidate, confuse.
Your behavior does nothing.
I’m moving on with the world
striding past every hateful
comment with a quick
‘I ain’t no nigger,
I ain’t no honky
I am like you,
but I am me
I have a different
set of interests,
that is all.
I ain’t no coon
I ain’t no cracker.
I am none of these
terms, labels, names, sayings,
derogatory statements.
I am simply put here
to be who I am.