Racially Stuck

Words can’t begin to describe how I feel
The pain stabbing through my chest
The knife of hatred
Laced with discrimination
Filled with prejudice
Tainted with segregation
Pure Racism.

The wounds were closed
So they said.
Yet, they were never closed.
Blood begins to pour from the lashes
From years of whippings past
We. Are. The. Minority.
Faced with the oppression.

Nigger.
Blacks.
Blackies.
Them.
That group.
Thugs.
Ghetto asses.
Delinquents.

When will the list of haunting names end?
Never
Intended
for this Group of people
to Gather us as a category,
or make us become Endangered,
Regret will form from all the blood that will be spilled.

We are stuck in a racially surged past
that was supposed to end,

but it never did.