the e"N"d word

From past to contemporary,
we persistently use
that o heinous N word,
the slave word of doom.
The word degrades blackness,
stained red with our blood,
enthralled us like swine,
our chains jingle in mud.
400 years of unyielding toil,
a twisted legacy ingrained in the soul,
murder, exploitation, insulting cajole,
all influenced by our former role.
How quickly we neglect our own brutal past,
those lynch mobs, the blackface, iron branding flesh.
Our freedom was stolen, our humanity stripped,
present reality consists of pipes and big hips.
Our women defiled, our children sold,
our men castrated, the soul became cold.
Forced to till fields, pick cotton by whip,
the overseer has changed forms & he carries a nightstick.
Viewed as animals, savages, beasts to be tamed,
our slaughter was inhuman,
cut down with no shame,
centuries endured of suffering and pain,
yet the word survives corroding our brains.
A word uttered callously like it had no past,
but time pushes on,
what a huge shadow its cast.
It is a part of the canon, our language, our diction,
a testament to ignorance,
mans eternal prison.
An anomaly to find us in cap and gown,
we seem to look better with baggy jeans and perpetual frowns.
Lips stained with profanity, breath wreaking of gin,
staggering hopelessly through the quagmire we are in.
Absent fathers and mediocre jobs, past the gunfire and chalk
is heard heart breaking sobs.
though she persists with all she can muster,
her defeated tears will anoint the new hustlers.
In the concrete jungle, devoid of all options,
he devolves into a beast,
to the wind he throws caution.
Packing glocs, holding down blocks, finding no solutions,
the gavel or the bullet will mark their conclusion.
The original immigrants, victims of liars,
your sweat and blood nurtured the seeds of empires.
And yet you don t prosper like those who came after,
forced on one road to riches and it leads to disaster.
He sits back and watches, on the throne that you built,
he sits there condescending, no hesitance, no guilt.
He fears your potential, tells you not to erupt,
even gave you a month, to shut you the fuck up.
There is a genocide occurring,
four centuries in the making,
we need a united front,
the world is ours for the taking.
can't we be our own administrators,
sole builders of our fate, but to do so
we must organize,
then rise above hate
Destruction is assured if we continue our behavior,
God has ignored you, be your own savior.
A shadow trails you to and fro,
its presence familiar,
its name unknown.
He is you, you are him,
brothers in arms,
cease petty squabbles,
crush masters farm.
There's no time like the present,
we can right the wrongs,
it may be tough being black,
but it's harder staying strong.