Words with venom, words that bind, / Words used like weapons to cloud my mind. / I'm a person, I'm a man, but no matter how I try, / People just say, "Hey! There's that nagger Guy." / Everywhere I go it's always the same, / Everyone just thinks of me as that one single name. / "Hey nagger Guy!" "nagger Guy!" "Hi nagger Guy!" Stop! / Now go, call me nagger Guy, fill me with your hate, / Try to bring me down, boop bop you're too late. / When will it end? Will there ever be a time / Where I can be thought of as more then just nagger Guy? / Respect.
Can I donate this poem if its for an african american/black thing cause?
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