Don't Call Me Nigger

DON'T CALL ME NIGGER

Don't call me nigger!
You don't know me.
Whether I come from
The Black land of Africa
From the islands of the Seas
Or the other lands of this universe,
I'm not to be judged by
The pigmentation of my skin
Or by the texture of my hair.
Who are you to judge me
Anyway?
Don't call me nigger!
You don't know me.
You don't know my family heritage
You definitely do not know
The heritage of my race.
Look at the civilization of Africa
And you'll learn from whence
I came.
I'm proud to be black - hope
You can say the same for your race.
I've ran with kings and queens
Blessed the lands with the
Toil of my sweat
And the shedding of my blood.
Don't call me nigger!
You don't know me.
I've toiled and worked; I've contributed
Not only to my race, but to humanity -
White, yellow, red, brown and black;
They've all learned from me.
Out into this darkened world
They've gone to redeem humanity
From the wisdom, knowledge and love of my store.
The world shall be a better place
Because I have come to earth -
Can you say that about you?
Don't call me nigger!
You don't know me.
Just keep stepping, if you will
I'll be me and better still.
If you looked deep inside of me
Then and only then, you'll know me.

THE TIDE WILL RISE

Waves dashing upon the shores
Keep rolling eternally.
People laughing, talking, playing
Enjoying the goodness of nature
Without paying a dime.
As we're dashed
Upon the shores of time
We should bless all those
Whom we meet.
Laugh a while, smile a while
Sing and dance
To the magical tune
That whistles in the breeze of time.
Soon the tide will rise
And we shall all be taken out
Into Eternity.
Cast hate, prejudice, bigotry
From our doors
And the waves will certainly
Wash them from our shores.
Life's paradise is respecting ourselves
And others
Helping to make the world
A better place
For those who are here
And those who
Will yet follow the universal tide.
So let our words
Be seasoned with grace
Let's love each others race
Then and only then we'll embrace
The true spirit of Brotherhood.

A TINY DROP

I hear the whistling of the waves
The dashing, bursting and lashing
Of the waves as they dash upon the shores.
A tiny drop of water gathered together
To make a mighty ocean.
Each human is a tiny drop
Joining the masses across the lands.
Some are whistling some are laughing
But all are contributing
Whether good or bad
Whether blessings or cursing,
I hear the whistling of the waves
The dashing, bursting and blasting
Of the waves as they dash upon the shores.
Don't call me nigger
You are only a drop of water
In the majestic ocean of time.
You will one day break
Upon the shore
And life will be no more.

MY FACE REFLECTS

Touch my black face
It is warm as the summer's breeze
As golden as the magical hills
In the hot desert lands.
The sun shines into my face
And I feel the heat.
I even hear the beat
Of symphonic music
Dancing upon my eardrums.
I look out into the world
And with joy I twirl
I'm free as free
As the wild birds.
I am untamed and reckless.
I fly to the desert lands
And water is scarce
So I drink from the honeysuckle
And the sweetness satisfies me.
I'm prepared to live
And nature surrounds me with blessings.
I sing and I dance in the
Midst of life's madness
Because I'm strong, creative
Industrious, undaunted and fearless;
I'm surviving in the jungles of life
Nobody feeds me with a silver spoon
I'm making it with faith
Determination, perseverance and love.
Yes, love's the magical word
That flashes luminous brilliance
In my darkened pathway.
I'm always moving in the right direction
And my future is bright.
Touch my black face
I'm no nigger.