Is It Still Funny copyright registration # SRU601-549

Pickaninniepoet

Our fathers never had dreams that our government hasent destroyed you know what I mean, its my turn Ive got the guillotine, everything you did to them try and do to me. Still funny 100 years ago we were picking cotton now Im here to say I told you so ,from the ones in the grave hung and lynched in the past and their children's children kiss their black ass. Its that black buck negro you sold in that past for 10 cents you raped my wife and bold, ly sold my children like it was nothing ,when thanksgiving came we bought your turkey and stuffing ,meanwhile we had to eat what was dead ,from the pigs asshole to the pigs head, you made us spilt the meat up 10 ways one pork chop nine days we never ever ever wanted to stay you sunk the boat and torched the way.  Then you lie to us about trinity between God Jesus Christ and me, guess what if that was true I wouldn't be here next to you getting beat like a F  ken monkey..  Getting beat while Im in the sun burning, my brothers feet swinging from a tree because he was learning ,how to read how to live, how to overcome and achieve and never ever give, up the fight even though it might cause some bodily harm to some folks at night. Darkness up in the house black magic just before midnight its about to get tragic, youve taken our homes not beliefs,you shaken the solders not the chiefs, when the morning came we had to pick tobacco and cotton, you fed us food dogs wouldn't eat because it was rotten Still funny I really want to know, Africans slaughtered and murdered because thay had a fro, Is it Still funny I promise I will listen, forgive me if you wake up and your family is missing, Still funny here's 12 cents I will put your wife and kids to work so thay can pay my rent, Still funny here's some tripas and snout let me charge you even though Im throwing it out ,Still funny when a slave got hurt their doctor was a six foot hole in the dirt ,remember that night you had no breast milk and you took our mommas breast and helped yourself ,when she tried to feed us thay would bleed just because you had to go and stock your shelves Still funny, please tell me how stealing virginity's of young and proud Africans, Indians while thay scream loud bloody and beaten while their staring at the crowd Still funny Still funny Still funny white man where's my money,Still funny I hear laughing its not you its us while were bathing in platinum tubs with diamond trimming and we've got your white woman gargling and swimming Still funny..

  • Author: Pickaninniepoet (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 12th, 2017 03:32
  • Comment from author about the poem: Dedicated to every slave owner and every person who's been affected by slavery..This poem captures the experience of a slave, his point of view and outrage , I apologize for the negative energy and words but some times theirs no other way to tell a story ,this is one of those times.. God Bless All..
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