the ramblings of an adolescent black nigga

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: March 10, 2017

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Oh sweet sister! Thighs for days. That glorious milk chocolate skin shining in the sun. Hips so wide and booty bodacious. Shorts showing off all the creations the good lord gave you and what your momma pasted down to you. Boobs so succulent and soft as you let them peek through your shirt. I said oh sweet sister let me get your number! Now don't be stingy because your homegirl is right there. I don't want to hear you have a man or your just not there- yet for a relationship. Why sweet sister do you have to shut me down. Is it because the way I came off to you was rude or amoral. Well can you blame me sweet sister?! The way them shorts cuts off showing the glorious bottom of your buttocks. Or that v-neck shirt cut so low exposing your exquisite cleavage. Sweet sister can you blame me! Your body is what men fantasize about in the dark room exploring their unmentionables. Body that made plastic surgery the top solution for women these days. Silicone and Botox injected just to be right. But oh sweet sister you are natural. Birthing your roots from the mother land. I know sweet sister I may come off rude but I am educated too. Don't blame me for my outer representation as I won't blame you for yours. Because sweet sister, the way you was show casing your body I can't even dare mention the words in my head. I may look like a statistical black male but I am not. I AM A NEGRO. I AM A NIGGA. I AM BLACK. But I am NOT a DUMB BLACK MALE. Wasting his life in the streets. Skipping school and sealing weed. How could you think that about me? Is it because of how I dress? This is just the latest trend sweet sister. From my jeans hanging low, tattoos covering half my body and my shoulder-length dreads, does that classify me a thug? A statistic? If so sweet sister then the way you showing off your assets classify you as a hoe. Now don't be mad sweet sister I am just explaining the justifications society has left on us. Now from my ramblings you can tell I am educated. I mislead you by my appearance didn't I? You didn't know I was an educated black man? You believed I was a black male thug like everyone else. Oh sweet sister. Let me take you back to the mother land my queen Nzinga. Let me see what your mind can do that your body doesn't show. See what I see is a sex symbol but I know you are more than that sweet sister. Just as I am much more than a average nigga. Sweet sister let the world see your mind. Show that women are advocates and rulers. Demonstrating a proclivity to tactfully diffuse crisis. Not just baby mommas. Opening there legs for no good niggas. Told that you won't make it in this world if you don't have the right looks or a good amount of lightness to your skin. Sweet sister the darker the berry the sweeter the juice! Oh sweet sister can we take it back to them roots? Your chocolate skin and my dark complexion makes for utter completion. Symbolizing the struggle and adjustments are people went through. The torture and pain. We are symbols sweet sister. Symbols on a pedestal. Letting the world know we are black and proud. Because my ethnicity is darker and my hometown is much rougher that does not mean I should be put in a box. Let's not put each other in a box like society has placed us in sweet sister. Oh sweet sister we have so much to know and the world does not even know.

 
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