"ebonics" poems
Sometimes, I am in love with myself.
I force them to witness my love for my melanin
because they would love for me to hate my melanin.
I know that I am seen, but I want to be heard,
The first amendment allows me to speak, but they refused to hear a word-
that comes from my mouth.
My lips stereotyped as too black.
My diction too proper to act like this,
yet my slang is too ghetto to act like that...
Sometimes, I wonder what it's like to be white.
I hate being stared at when I speak in Spanish.
I never know if it's in disgust or in comfort,
because the sound of the double "r" rolling off of my tongue
sounds like the ricochet of the bullets they fire from their guns.
Since they no longer can enslave us like animals, they slaughter us
because, "if I can't have you no one can."
I refuse to be put down.
I refuse to shutdown.
My brown skin threatens,
and you all should be afraid.
Because I will banish your negativity with my Latin American flow,
speaking in Spanish with the Bachata tempo filling my veins.
My Ebonics is iconic,
and I refuse to be put in a box when the world is a sphere.
I... am more... than this.
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 2:16 AM UTC
banana skin salad in
artificial lemonade
peacocks salivating
mushy rooms belly aching
Oreos are okie dokie
ocean breezes open up me
analyzing any eyes
evaluating coffee grinds
a manifesting apple in me
apple in the Snapple leaking
sticky salamander fingers
static on a broken speaker
attics over broken theaters
salmon eating taco teachers
teaching choco taco preachers
preaching at Chicago creatures
opal rings and oval things
are focusing on yodeling
a social need for opening
in total global offerings
and in a soup or telephonic
happiness in playing sonic
gently speaking thick Ebonics
sickly tonic
Let's be honest, boys
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 1:26 AM UTC
What does it mean to be a Modern Man?
In the way in the Renaissance you were a Renaissance Man?
Knowing all there is to understand,
and learning all the skills you’ll need with your hands.
Fluent in English, American, and Ebonics.
Part IT Guy to fix everyone’s electronics.
Part Guru to share your health advice.
Part Farmer because who can trust anything,
you buy in the stores these days.
Part Eagle Scout so you can impress everyone,
because you “still get out to the woods once in a while.”
Part Mechanic to work on your fuel efficient car,
and your wife’s giant dual-axel turbo diesel truck.
Part Biker, because Man was born to be free.
Part Hippie, because EVERYONE WAS BORN TO BE FREE.
Part Hill Billy because they’re doin’ it right.
Part Libertarian, part Socialist, part Anarchist.
Part Patriot, part Activist, part Terrorist.
Part whatever the **** I want because I don’t give a ****
Part of a government watch list.
Part of a Humanitarian Project.
Part of a Rebellion,
Part of a Revolution,
yet to come.
Part of you,
because our conscience,
is the same.
Part of the whole,
because it is impossible not to be.
Part of god,
because by now you’ve realized,
it is you,
and there’s no turning back.
Aug 2, 2013
Aug 2, 2013 at 1:04 AM UTC
Oh, amazing language
I thank thee
for my ability to be the thesaurus
my understanding of my native tongue
the masterful way in which we all express ourselves
through the bastardization of 100 cultures
stealing the noises we enjoy and casting the remnants
to the void
set up shop next to Sanskrit or Latin
death to Elizabethan ********
only Ebonics and Mid-Alabama mush mouth
sprinkled with a little Boston soft “R”
paak da caaa in da yaaaad
like a mad ****
disjointed Caucasians
desperate to steal the next black vernacular
nothing beats a middle-class suburbanite
expressing their feelings about broke *** hoes
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 7:45 PM UTC
Talent, we still have it,
Our generation,
Needs to step up,
Touch and grab it,
We aren't what we make it seem,
We're more than this,
Touch and grab a talent,
You gotta Sound it,
Ready... Set... Do go,
And leave that house,
Go get grounded,
Make it on your own,
Make a living,
Make a world,
For yourself,
You gotta touch and grab your talent,
They have lived,
They have seen,
Now it's our turn,
To touch and grab,
Make it gleam,
Show the pride,
I'm black and I'm proud,
And I'm not gone hide,
That ebonics from the motherland,
Which is cool,
But I can talk like me and talk like you,
From the bottom straight to the top,
Ima touch and grab this talent,
Show you up,
Head start,
That's fine,
But it's my turn to shine,
Blacker the berry the sweeter the juice,
Pac said it,
Mama always had my back,
But now she dead,
Lost but now I'm found in the name,
Speak the tongue of my God,
Spread the word,
Hallelujah,
I made it out,
I'm way to happy to stay on mute,
I'm black and I'm proud,
And I made it out,
I gotta shout,
The world,
I see its end,
Finished,
Soon come,
Straight in this narrow path,
Touch and grab a talent,
Make it out,
Don't stay where you are,
Make it out,
I'm here to tell that it's more to this,
This life is a game,
I have the manual to this,
It's all in the B-I-B-L-E,
Soon banded,
They know the truth and branded it,
Sacrilegious,
And they have their God,
But I have mine too,
To the Man upstairs,
I'm sorry for all I've done,
Please save us too,
Take me home with you,
But to my people,
Stay black and stay proud,
Touch your talent,
Grab your talent,
Let's take over the world !
I'm out ...
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 6:04 PM UTC
Used to be convincing, now I'm word mincing
Funny guy telling lies, stop that face from wincing
Shut the word forge down, absurd surge start to pour out
Brain matter splatter in colored conviction, how I rattle off with four dimensional diction
Once this **** was scripted, now these lips don't do cryptic, legendary fiction, not yet mythic
Contemporary Christians sit listless, labeling those they hardly know
That's we, people like me, as infamous and wicked, can you even conceive
Not that I need the acquittal, never say please for a spoon full of ******
Hate this human disease; doubtful economic, muted mumbles of Ebonics, questionable hearts freeze
Turned cold-blooded because violence it seems is our cure all reprieve
Instead of honest admittance, no room for forgiveness, when we elect politics that lie
Ignite the engines that chain drive, infernal furnaces of the reapers design
Calling out to the sky; "forgive us were blind!"
Upon final inception, the birth of nightmarish conception
Awoken to world of hard line lesson, seasons of trick testing
So tell me then, can you live with A or B? dip those toes into sea and you'll know what I mean
Dare you to please.
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 12:43 PM UTC
I love language
I love slang
I love ebonics and southern twang
I dont "talk white"
Theres no "proper english"
I talk how I talk.
I speak as I wish.
I'm a grammar qween
But dont come for my trouble
ain't got no time to be studdin the limits of your bubble
Because you've made a box
Of your ethnocentrism
the color in my words
Finds narrow minds in a schism
So open your eyes
See past your upward tilted nose
And open your ears to the beauty of prose That sounds unfamiliar
Or feels contradictory
Or has been beaten and stigmatized due to bias and history
Let's grow beyond that
Beyond misinformation
To cultural relativism.
To correlation.
I'll code switch if I want
Code blend if I choose
I reserve all the rights to the language I use.
You'll find me moving with pride, so culturally infused,
my head held high while I drop "aint's" and "you's a whooole fool"s
I dont "talk white"
Theres no "proper english"
I talk how I talk.
I speak as I wish.
Jun 17, 2020
Jun 17, 2020 at 9:26 PM UTC
antagonistically I am alive
Languish is a two laned road
Misogyny be my name and my role
Pride be my form
The sins of my brothers and my sisters
they be here no more
When my blood rises from the dead
Ebonics will overcome phonics And our lives will be spared
I am done playing politics
done being your diplomat
if you want the olive branch go get it yourself
I am done acquiescing to your decisions and demands
I am prepared to throw up my hands
All I want is to be left alone with my kin
All I want is for my diction to not define who I am
All I want is for peace not to be left a dream
We as a whole are taught that dreams can become reality
That america is a country created and shaped by our thoughts
Yet our reality is becoming nothing more than a nightmare
Someone tell me who thought of this?
How can we turn our reality from the nightmare it has become into our dreams
let us be honest it was never a place for my people
But since we are here can we not claw each others throats out and get back to the problem at hand?
Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 1:05 PM UTC
brate be
seven feet
balkan handz
yugo betrugo
atm tear it off
toni da serb
rade belgrade
brate be seven feet
balkan dropkick
es ist optik
es ist kopffick
we so yibbish
we so yibbish
diz is fibbish
gimme widdish
diz be the last day
of yous ridiculous stay
on this world
last day of ya stay
gimme your girl
gimme da cash
para be stammel
du hammel ik fick dich
he a sturdy kidic
aber keine wichtig!
come over and watch
gimme some cash
i'll cut ya head off
yous trash
ain't no madov
ya
know the code bro
inspire me baby
shorty now a sporty
nach dieser feier
gimme some raki
my pantz be khaki
benz like stasi you
know the code joe
gimme gimme gimme
bibi bibi bibi
ain't no real like
the copy of a copy
du opfer ich schneide
deinen kopf ab
eingeweide
quill'n
you gotz to chill
we so yibbish
we so yibbish
diz is fibbish
gimme widdish
jacket originally stolen
cevape and börek
para and babas
we don't care yeah
life be quick
touch my d##k
rub my d##k
life too quick
energy months
mothman *****
michael myers' titts
hyper years
feel me like an o.g.
you know the code brate
wenn ich deine fresse schlage
yugo betrugo
ebonics we got this
yugo betrugo
brate in die fresse pate
we so yibbish
we so yibbish
diz is fibbish
gimme widdish
ain't nothing new
check the views
just one fu##in fan
will burn ya jam
hip hop colors
flip flop mamas
beach feelingz
we need ringz:
MASSIVE
we need chainz:
CUBAN LINK NECKLACE 1 KG CLASSIC
Feb 18, 2020
Feb 18, 2020 at 3:34 PM UTC
Take back the night
And fold your screams
Into the creases of your lungs
Rid yourself of the darkness
Blackness
There is no radiance in your flesh
Overly pigmented
An abundance of melanin
Brown and Black flesh
Prohibited
Strip your surface
And become colorless
Bleach until you bleed
Porcelain white, light
They want you to become ghostly
Figurines that clone their actions
Speak with their diction
Adapt their vernacular
Black Ebonics is the devil
Is the darkness
Like the black and brown pigment
Light and Lighter are Holy
So strip they say
Trade your tongue for theirs
Assimilate
For purity
To live
A life where your skin has value
Where they will not shed your blood
For proper living
Where they will not lynch your bones
In the backyards of the white hoods
With white masks and holes for eyes
In the streets where the blue suits slay
For fear
They do not see you
Because you've become colorless
For purity
To live
To speak with their diction
Strip they say
Take back the night
Into the creases of your lungs
Where they will never lynch your bones
In the backyard
Where you rid yourself of darkness
Because in your blackness
There is radiance in your flesh
Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 10:18 PM UTC
Yeah know I might be labelled a racist
But this is a different case
I'm just tryna build up my race
Eradicate the place
Once I show up on site with my braincells laced
With knowledge never went to college
Skipped ebonics
Learn wisdom from gainful experiences
I hope you hearing this
My folks wake up and form the alliance
Black Panthers ain't dead they just went away for a few years
But now I'm back here on this atmosphere
Clogged conscious can't make a thought
And forget what you was taught
They say we was slaves at the beginning of time
But if you researched you know they was lyin' got the heart of lion
Still sheddin' tears to street soldiers
Who dyin'
In the hand of police brutality
And evils that lurk our community
Its all a set up to get us wet up
Then locked up 25 to life
Without a chance of bail aww hell
Here we go again With same sins
Folks lets unite and bring back the power within' cuz
This for my peeps only for my peeps
My peeps throw ya hands up
Now ever since I introduced myself
To politics
Now i know they got many tricks
Once ya get a lick they quick to split
Your mentality if you try to help society quietly
Tactics plan carefully who better than me?
To confront the secrecy ran by demon entities
Can't stop me I'm tryna build a dynasty with my mafia families
Titles never honor the
Person in charge I'm feelin' large
Ever since I broke the prison charge
Naw mean
So I'm equipped for battle snappin' rattles that tattle load up the saddle
Its a long journey from home
But wait America's my home
Tryna reestablish my constitution some where else I be a moor
And been here before its the essence of war
My great granny picked cotton
So who's really rotten?
Our history forbidden and forgotten
But still I'll be plottin' and dottin'
Yeah we want our reparations
**** the litigation **** any stressful situations
Mobbin' deep with legal gun penetratin' no more waitin'
We had enough now it's time to expose the children of Satan cuz
This for my only for my peeps My peeps throw ya hands up
Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 10:32 AM UTC
Three White People walk into bar.
The first is a young man in a Wu-Tang shirt who speaks in ebonics,
Except when it comes to black lives he says what happened to equality. All lives matter to say only black lives is nonsense.
The Second is a women in her 40s, she takes two steps and looks around and makes eye contact with the bartender.
The bartender shakes his head and walks away. She says he should know his place, I'm always right. I want to speak with the manager.
The Third is a older Man who has a box in his night stand, with a white hood and pictures he treasures of him with his clan.
Now theres a red hat that has taken its place, just Politics. So this racism is okay, he says to himself. As he's driving thru the projects with his doors locked, waving at all his neighbors he hates. Wearing the same fake smile, he hates their skin. They hate the place.
What has been learned can also be forgotten.
When black men bawl in cries for life with their deaths by a cops hand,
We mind our business until they kneel before the flag....
Then we blackball them.
As if there is another time that we collectively watch them.
White privilege is "that's not my problem."
Three white people walk into a bar,
If this is the set up for a joke then it's one that has gone too far.
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 8:40 AM UTC
I’m not sorry you couldn’t find a blessing in me
I’m not sorry you couldn’t find peace within me
I’m not sorry that I lacked what you needed
I’m not sorry that I ain’t who you wanted to be with
See, my Ebonics starts to increase when I feel deceived
My voice starts to increase when it feels weak
My presence starts to decrease when it feels defeated
Now, you tell me if I ain’t who you want to be with
Jul 20, 2019
Jul 20, 2019 at 12:50 PM UTC