For the Ones We Wish Would Die

i bring such pain

widow’s blood

i’m the one you wish would die

under your breath

switch the channels

go 2 the blvd and i stand

take a piss of my brew whose effect is dieing of so crack another one so my pain can smile

i’m not a stick-up kid

a fucking hungry nigger who feeds off the insecurities you build up with nice shit

yes, the one you wish would die

so what can you say

that’s not already been said

what can you do

that’s not already been done

you lock me up

my pain multiplies and multiplies until it bursts and i explode and shoot at a birthday party and make it a wake

‘cause the gun was pointed at the one

you write poetry for sermons over and songs

how do you write a poem

for the ones you wish would die

god waits for the day

he can wrap his hands around my neck

my mama could not take the pain of dead memories as she walks me 2 the door

she cries

said she has 2 begin now

2 separate her self from the hatred she helped create i kissed the door as she slammed it

held her

like i knew she was holding me on the other side told her i understand

had 2 make loot

so i ski masked it

taped handle

never spoke 2 my victims killed and took

took their crumbs and made them into a stale pie that never filled me

just kept me hungry for more

the one you wish would die

standing out in the cold

as revenge ran up

and hit me more times than a cop, a perp with bullets that made my blood

hit the ground like syrup

so mama remembers me now

as the pastor jumps around on stage begs god 2 take my soul

god says no

he brought me 2 much pain he must burn

that’s the reason why my mother cries my victims’ tears

so how do you write a poem for the ones you want 2 die

do you just look at a blank page

write a song for the one that killed your moms

does your paper stay blank like mine could someone

please tell me

how do you write a poem

for the ones we wish would die?

My Mama Smiles now

Because I put a nine to my fathers head
And Said
"slap again nigger
   slap again"

My Mama Smiles Now 

“pants sagging 40 drinking woman loving

oh, excuse me”

“i’m a nigger

a nigger from the blvd

i’m from the hell you never walk thru

i’m the nigger who sends chills thru your spine

i’m the nigger you would not sit next 2 on the F train the nigger who makes you

turn your head back when you walk

you stop and let me pass

yes, i’m that nigger

i’m the nigger who embarrasses you

in front of your white lover

i’m the nigger your friends ask questions about

i’m the pusher

the pimp

the stick up kid

any other bullshit stereotype you want 2 pin up on me i’m the nigger you blame your laziness on

i’m the great fuck up

the one who always gets the cracker off the hook

i’m the one who trips ‘cause u never taught me the traps u curse and never forgive

look, look, i’m super nigger destroying Amerikka captured by the good never-did-nothing cracker

led away on the 6 o’clock news

home sweet home”

“i’m the nigger you told

there ain’t no death penalty in new York

but every time i get shot down

you march for 2 days and forget

cursed by ham, evolved from monkeys the nigger who, if i died,

all of Amerikkka’s problems would die i’m the nigger the bible talks about

the one who’s gonna burn in hell forever when your off in milk and honey

the nigger you wish would die

i’m the nigger you talk ‘bout on tv

the funny thing is

if you sat and talked 2 me

you would see i’m afrikan all the way thru

if you were not scared of me

you could really love me

but since you judge with your eyes, i’m a nigger a nigger who never slapped a sister

a nigger who never killed a brother

a nigger who never raised my voice 2 an elder

i’m the nigger who,

if your punk ass was getting fuck up on the number 2 train

as everyone turned their heads,

i would die 4 you,”

“i would die for my people if i had 2

but you can’t see that

4 most of you

if you don’t see a Afrikan dressed as a cracker

or a kente cloth intellectual

he just a nigger

all the books i read, poems i wrote

all the shit i done don’t mean shit

when the cracker puts my face on the 6 o’clock news

oh, he’s a drug user

i go from the innocent youth shot down by pigs

2 a nigger for life

because all black youth that choose 2 be them self and not a cracker definition of a man

are just niggers 2 u

so i’ll be a nigger

a nigger from the blvd.”

Excerpt From

No Boys In Brooklyn

Sefu Kafele

https://books.apple.com/us/book/no-boys-in-brooklyn/id1457512025

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