The Only Letters They See

"The Only Letters They See."

You can go the most prestigious universities
and have letters behind your name a mile long.
Truth is that with all the degrees in the world
you could possess to the racist you're still wrong.
Smiling faces show no traces of the evil that lurks
within they hated you then and they still hate you.
They're plotting even while you are sleeping and
they have a plan for your destruction too.
The only letters they see behind your name isn't
phd, or ma, but N I G G E R it's what you are to them.
Yet the way many brown nose and lick their asses
I know it isn't Yah but your oppressor you worship him.
Don't you know that the second coming isn't a rescue
mission to save the world but to save His own.
Only 8 were saved in Noah's day millions of people
were destroyed because Love wasn't known.
Many think they arrived and yes they did when
they got off the slave ships straight into Hell.
Integration was a sell out that benefited the oppressor
financially because in segregation we did very well.
We had our own businesses and our children knew
the switch would be used if they behaved badly.
You look at us today we are separated therefore
conquered and now in our neighborhoods no unity.
We haven't progressed but regressed we have more
things but nothing when it comes down to true Love.
Our youth have painted targets of each other and
hunting season is open we're in the worst shape I know of.
We've learned the way of the heathen and his spirits
have rested on our people now we're just like them also.
We commit murder/suicide and mass murder we are
disrespectful to parents and wicked things we know.
For those who are European educated with degrees
of madness because they only taught you their fantasy.
You've been pimped and officially White washed now
you're so twisted the truth about yourself you can't see.
The only letters they see is N I G G E R you're just an
educated Porch monkey that they still enslave.
No matter how many degrees you may have to them
you'll still be a nigger until they send you to your grave.

from a conversation with Tonida J. Cooper
shelly david wright, poet
healingheartspoetry@yahoo.com