Creative Writing: Growing Up Black

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When I grow up I’ll be black, a decedent from those who built America, but where punished with the strap. A hard earned pride comes with that. Shut up kid! Wonderful? Black? Let me tell you the facts. Oh…look it’s the neighborhood druggie Crackhead Carl; stumbling down the street with his crackhead snarl. You were gonna tell me, how wonderful it is to be black when I’m older? Wonderful? That’s a crock! I hate my life and I smell like Satan’s cock. Wake up kid! Take it from me, And old mutha fuckin G, Growing up Black this is what you’re gonna see. Let’s start with school, that would be best, Where else should you develop your inferiority complex? In your neighborhood it is so… that minds like yours are unable …show more content…

Fuck and suck. “We get it, Carl” An epidemic of tainted women, you call them “bad bitches”, they’re in abundance… but they must realize old hoes where ALL YOUNG ONCE. They are not chaste, don’t rear their children, don’t clean, nor cook breakfast, dinner, or lunch. Crack didn’t bankrupt me, paying for your kids, did you cunt. Using welfare dollars to feed your insecurity. Spending others hard earned money, using your “eb-it” card, on cheap men, hair, clothes, and jewelry. And from you we see one of the worst generations of black children, leaving an ever growing worry. It is time for people to stop funding your immaturity. Choosing to be reckless with all forms of reproduction. Not mothers, or moms, or nurturers in the least. Just scandalous bitches in constant heat. Is it any surprise you have sown what you’ve reaped? Trying to work the system…trying to be cleaver. The curse of 1000 sad mothers, you will raise bastards forever. But you’re a young man…let’s talk about you Rap music is now designed to not only be your father, but destroy the divine skillset that only you can do. But you will convince yourself that you are born to

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