What Is My Ethnic Name and Who Are the Namers
I arose a proud African lineage from far Mid Northern, Southern, Western;
Stolen, Trick, Bought given to the Slave traders;
I have a many names then
I had my Father's name
I had my tribal name and maybe even county name WOW?
Who are these namers and what do they want?
Brought to a new land over the oceans many waters;
What is the meaning of this;
Don't know their language;
Made me forget mine;
I can stand it;
I don't remember what is my name;
How do I get back home?
Why is it
Most races have a primary name for there ethnicity;
Who are these namers and what do they want?
Now from Slave time to the 1800's
May have been called African even ***** even the "N" word
One hundred years later someone changed it to Colored
Then again fifty more years came may have went back to Colored;
As the 1960's came someone said we were *****'s,
Said we were Blacks
Never giving up the "N" words couldn't git to relax;
Who are the Namers and what do they want;
And why are we the only race whose name gets changed every decade;
Spanish and French words for the darkest colors is ..........
Later sixties early seventies the Namers
started calling us Afro-Americans;
Then later reverted to Blacks, every now and then seems like they
revisited Black and briefly Colored;
So just who am I on the census polls, cause it just don't make any sense;
Now to the mid-seventies again African Americans every one watching
Roots by Alex Haley
But whom am I, who am I still I cry, I don't no my name
every ten years or so you just change it again, where have I been;
Still the census, don't make sense The Namers are still at it;
a decade rolls by and again seems like I don't know why;
What is my ethnic and who are the Namers;
again and again seems every decade, decade, you change my name
over and over again so it seems from the 1980's until the 2000's;
We may have arrived but yet it was repeated once again;
Blacks, African Amercians;
Now not to sound confused nor disrespectful to our new Americans
Those of Togo, Sudan, and other African regions;
As they come over to America and become Citizens they still have their
handle, title, country, personal name history/ origin;
You, I , they are called African Americans, yet still so am I
So we both are but yet why do I cry;
For you see they know their True name while I just get by
Who am I
Who am I
Just as Ask the Namers, who are they you wonder, you ask
They know who they are;
I wish I knew who I was;
Again we are the only race whose name you keep changing
They know who they are;
I wish I knew who I am;
Maybe in 2020, we be Colored again? ? ? ?
written by James Edward Lee Sr.(c)2017
Dedicated to All those Oppress people Pass, Present Future
The Hopeless, the Homeless, the Father/Mother less, Those without
their natural country
"there's praise in words and words in praise"---James Edward Lee Sr.
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2017
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