in my brother's artwork, wired stick figures are glued to cardboard paper. one of them is holding a bat while his friends surround a kneeling body they kick and stomp
i ask Drew, what's the title? "oh," he says, "it's called White Boy Said the N-Word on the Ball Court"
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sophomores then, we looked around the dining hall to see if anyone else heard him
Steffan and i shared a table with a freckled face, red head who used the N-Word word to describe his black friend sitting with him
until that moment, we swore we'd rip the head off any of them brave or stupid enough to use that word around us
we should have grabbed his collar, yanked him across the table and stomped him like those stick-figures fed up with the sense of entitlement some people walk around with
but all Steffan and i could do was watch the brotha embrace his white friend laughing as if one of us had said it
1. "RE: two takes on the word" In response to Reply # 0
feelin' on these lines here:
>we should have grabbed his collar, >yanked him across the table and >stomped him like those stick-figures >fed up with the sense of entitlement >some people walk around with > >but all Steffan and i could do >was watch the brotha embrace >his white friend laughing as if >one of us had said it
your direction is getting stronger....love...k
if you didn't define yourself for yourself you'd be crunched into other peoples fantasies of you an eaten alive.
3. "RE: two takes on the word" In response to Reply # 0
Clever and moving. I really felt the helplessness here.
http://worthwatering.blogspot.com Can it be I stayed away too long?/ Did I leave your mind when I was gone?/ It's not my thing trying to get back/ But this time let me tell you where I'm at-- Jackson Five