"motherfuckers" poems - Hello Poetry

Who Am I? Well, I must be that ****** the one in the black hoodie ***** sweatpants and an uncombed eye, that's always wooly scratchy, bloodshot with searching for my stash spot, that ****** in your peripherals that you keep your eye on because he's not in a polo looking nice, talking "well-spoken" and not a threat to your beautiful lily-white daughter. Because I grew up fixing myself ramen noodles and lifting the welcome mat after school, I must also be that ****** whose father wasn't in the same house until he was age 13, and when I tell you that, you weren't expecting it because "you're not a racist." but you weren't surprised. You see, I must be that ****** a stand-in for all other ******* I must be that ****** who represents all ******* not because you are racist, but because I'm the only ****** you've met who doesn't talk like dis, y'know whatmsayin, and i talk like this, do you know what I'm saying? I must be that ****** In order for you to feel okay being around me I must be that ****** who goes to college does the right thing the white thing and gets a job a nice little house, a nice black wife with a nice new england clear dialect, (what I was trying to get at earlier is that ****** dialects, by their mere intonation, denote stupidity, right?) and doesn't say a word when his white friends make ****** jokes or talk in a ****** dialect mocking some Aunt Jemima they heard at Walmart. But, I also must be that ****** who doesn't step out of line and say "WHY IS IT THAT IN EVERY SINGLE ENGLISH CLASS WE READ ONLY TWO BLACK AUTHORS A SEMESTER, AND THAT'S ENOUGH, JUST ENOUGH TO KEEP THE ****** PARENTS HAPPY." And If I happen to be a ****** I, by all means, must not be that ****** who had a white girlfriend, and this girlfriend after dating a ****** tried to date a white guy she liked, and when she told him that she had dated, loved, and yes, ****** a ****** he had said back: "I can't believe you ****** a ****** Then again, I must be that ****** with the big swinging **** able to destroy a white girl's ****** with its pulverizing power. And, please, If I am going to be a ****** don't be the one who writes a poem about having to be that ****** because those kinds of ******* are being over-sensitive, those dashiki-wearing-motherfuckers who think "Da white man dis." and "Da white man dat." Because I am not one of those ******* descended from the first people on earth, your brother, not in the ****** way, but the familial, species way. Why am I even writing this, ****** isn't a main operative word anymore. Search and find ****** and replace with "Black Guy." That way it becomes a joke.

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Nov 30, 2011

Nov 30, 2011 at 7:22 AM UTC

Waverly

That ******

Who Am I? Well, I must be that ****** the one in the black hoodie ***** sweatpants and an uncombed eye, that's always wooly scratchy, bloodshot with searching for my stash spot, that ****** in your peripherals that you keep your eye on because he's not in a polo looking nice, talking "well-spoken" and not a threat to your beautiful lily-white daughter. Because I grew up fixing myself ramen noodles and lifting the welcome mat after school, I must also be that ****** whose father wasn't in the same house until he was age 13, and when I tell you that, you weren't expecting it because "you're not a racist." but you weren't surprised. You see, I must be that ****** a stand-in for all other ******* I must be that ****** who represents all ******* not because you are racist, but because I'm the only ****** you've met who doesn't talk like dis, y'know whatmsayin, and i talk like this, do you know what I'm saying? I must be that ****** In order for you to feel okay being around me I must be that ****** who goes to college does the right thing the white thing and gets a job a nice little house, a nice black wife with a nice new england clear dialect, (what I was trying to get at earlier is that ****** dialects, by their mere intonation, denote stupidity, right?) and doesn't say a word when his white friends make ****** jokes or talk in a ****** dialect mocking some Aunt Jemima they heard at Walmart. But, I also must be that ****** who doesn't step out of line and say "WHY IS IT THAT IN EVERY SINGLE ENGLISH CLASS WE READ ONLY TWO BLACK AUTHORS A SEMESTER, AND THAT'S ENOUGH, JUST ENOUGH TO KEEP THE ****** PARENTS HAPPY." And If I happen to be a ****** I, by all means, must not be that ****** who had a white girlfriend, and this girlfriend after dating a ****** tried to date a white guy she liked, and when she told him that she had dated, loved, and yes, ****** a ****** he had said back: "I can't believe you ****** a ****** Then again, I must be that ****** with the big swinging **** able to destroy a white girl's ****** with its pulverizing power. And, please, If I am going to be a ****** don't be the one who writes a poem about having to be that ****** because those kinds of ******* are being over-sensitive, those dashiki-wearing-motherfuckers who think "Da white man dis." and "Da white man dat." Because I am not one of those ******* descended from the first people on earth, your brother, not in the ****** way, but the familial, species way. Why am I even writing this, ****** isn't a main operative word anymore. Search and find ****** and replace with "Black Guy." That way it becomes a joke.