“These words, these words” ring out in my mind. <br />I used to hear it all the time. <br />Hurtful things people say, never seem to go away. <br />I remember this one time, all the pain is blocked out in my mind. <br />Someone walked up to me and said, <br />“Hey nigger, get out of here or you’re dead.” <br />I wasn’t frightened by him alone, I was more afraid of how his heart was made of stone. <br /> <br />He never cared about how I might feel, or how all the things that word could take from me! But I looked him in the eye and I held my head up high and said, “What’s your reason why, haven’t done anything to you! ” Have I done anything you might misconstrue? <br /> <br />He couldn’t look me in the eye, because he had no rhyme or reason why. <br />So all of you out there if you ever want people to seem to care, then I say to you the use of the word “nigger” must be taught. <br />As we reach out to our fellow man all our misconceptions must be banned. <br />Keep it simple to understand I am, I am.<br /><br />Tony Angelo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nigger-3/
