That Word

Thinkin about it just makes me mad
About how they tried to take the very little we had
Due to these five letters I reminisce
Just hearing it said makes me pissed
They fail to realize the power that it holds
And them saying it makes the back of my neck cold
Makes me wanna get on my knees and call to God
Makes me wanna fight
Instead I clench my fists in might
The dumb part is that they use it like its cool
And its not!
It makes us look like a fool
Yeah, we've changed it by a couple of letters
thinking that it changed the meaning
you know "made it better"
But it doesn't!
And it makes me truly wish that it wasn't
the title of a supposed cool, down to earth person
Trust that it's far worse than anybody cursin
This word is cast out and fed to the smallest fish
Now theres a huge commotion in the ocean
and im hopin
that it drowns
and gets lost in the abyss
thats my wish
cause that disease is so contagious
not to mention that it grows in stages
so let me ask you:
By saying it does it make you feel bigger?
Yeah, I'm talking about the word "nigga"!
So most of us should look for new heroes
Because we all, as Americans, are "Negroes"!

Thought Beach

I stand
At the edge of the cliff
With the cool summer breeze embracing my body
And the warm sunset slowly fading from view
So stand, I do
And at this very moment
thats all it seems I can do
Physically, I just seem to be planted
At the edge of the cliff
overlooking the ocean
inhaling it's beautifully distinct scent
with my shirt tail flowing in the breeze
and the sunset making my shadow as big as my dreams
Yet, mentally I can't stay still
Thoughts insist on washing up on the shore of my mind
Leaving me possibililites, endless
and questions
thus answers to find.

I close my eyes and imagen this scene
I'd like to call it "Thought Beach"
For me, its a place where God can directly teach
And so I ask . . . "God, How do I succeed?"
Suddenly the sun sets,
the ocean stops roaring,
and my eyelids part
Back on the cliff
Back where I start
And again I stand.

The summer breeze now whispers. . .
Look to the sky..
Higher...
Higher....
Above my head
the clouds seemingly form a message. . .
Squinting I read:
You have a brain. . .
You have a heart. . .
So to succeed,
thats all you need.

Head back leveled
I can't help but smile

Because thats not what I would have guessed
His answer would be.

Its too obvious for me...
Its amazing,
you never know what God can make you see

After taking a walk along Thought Beach.

Thank you God.