bravenak
bravenak's JournalDid you just call me a nigger?
Such dirty ugly people, and they all smell of wet dog and mayonnaise, am I right? Nigger.
When you call white people crackers, they have a right to call you nigger.
Funny, I never called anybody any names. Not even you. I will post your response to me for posterity.
Dear Jury... Once again I am copying this post to prove I am not lying about the things people say to me on DU. Please do not hide my post.
Here goes.....
"Change will not come if we wait for some other person or some other time. We are the ones we have been waiting for. We are the change that we seek."
That quote inspired me that year. I was suffering from a serious bout of depression and it touched me inside. I realized in that moment that I could do whatever the fuck I wanted to. And it felt good to me as a black woman to free myself from the mental prison that our society forces onto Black Americans. No longer are we the char women, the floor scrubbers, the housemaids. My mind was free.
Now, I do do whatever the fuck I want. Just like a white person. Feels so good to hold my head up high and know I am just a valuable as the rest. And that I owe nobody anything that I don't owe to myself first. I changed. And it was good.
America the Free
Twas a time of despair
A breathless sigh,
a strangled cry
A whispered prayer
Untaxed loosies on the low
Swisher sweets on the floor
Abhorrent no knock warrant
Stop and frisk,
cuff the wrist
A taste of torment
Young boy playing in the park
A bullet hits the mark
Mothers of black boys cry
They stain his name,
ignore her pain
A life song unfinished
Fumbled gun in the stairwell
A father fell, her mother’s hell
Your spacious skies tell big lies
Of amber waves through
teargas haze
From sea to Shining sea
Purple mountains and
separate fountains
Bear fruits of pain
and violent shame
America the Free
When Justice died
When justice died that day
I cried for oh so long
I looked for liberty and freedom
And sang a sad sad song
Justice had been ill
For all of my life
Oppression and bigotry
Her struggle and her strife
She stood upon a hilltop
Saying she, was there for all
Just as soon as I reached her
Lady Justice took a fall
Her wrist were shackled
There was blood on her sleeve
The last thing she said was,
‘Get off me, I can’t breathe!"
There would be no trial
No jury to be sat
For the ones who killed Justice
Were policemen on attack
When Justice died that day
I cried for oh so long
I buried her with Liberty and Freedom
And sang our sad, sad, song
For me too. Help me cope.
I wrote one that made me feel better for a day this summer.
Here, I never finished it all the way.
If I had white privilege, I would know that it was there
It would be so obvious, I could see it everywhere
I would have never been stopped, while walking up my street
And had my person searched, from my head down to my feet
No one would ever say, you speak well, for your kind
Or told me that my possessions, could not possibly be mine
I would never have been told, to go back to from where I came
And even if it happened, it just wouldn’t feel the same
If I had white privilege I would use it all the time
How could I but help it, the Privilege would be fine
If I shared my privilege with other folks I know
Then I could make easier, the burdens that they tow
One day I'll finish and post it on a white privilege battle thread.
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