Poem: The Afrocentric Pejorative

Now everybody knows there is a word you cannot say.
It is much worse than other words that fill us with dismay.
Greater by far than Kike, or Wop, or Dot-Head, or Ofay.
Grave consequences loom for those who put this word in play.
Exactly why it should be so no one can quite convey.
Resulting in a secret urge to say it every day.

Certainly I could have used any number of photographs to illustrate this poem, and to be sure, I looked at several of them. But upon reflection, I did not find one that seemed worthy to be saddled with such a moniker for any length of time.There are those who deserve it to be sure, at one time or another, but none, I think, who deserve it as a lasting title. What terrible names we make up to call those whom we hate or fear, for those whose very lives we seek. How quickly we forget that they have been created in the image of God, and deserve to be loved and treated with respect, if only for that reason. Still, it seems to me that we have such words because in some situations they certainly seem appropriate.

About Louis William Rose

“I am an advocate for Liberty. What I do for Liberty I do not do for profit or fame. I seek no office other than the office of parliamentarian, and no reward other than for myself and my fellow men and women to live in a free country.” Louis William Rose is a lifelong student of parliamentary procedure and political process. He has served as parliamentarian for various organizations. A political philosopher, poet, singer, and writer, his articles have been published on-line and in pro-liberty papers in Florida, Kentucky, Georgia, and Montana. He holds a bachelor’s degree in Political Science from the University of North Florida, graduating summa cum laude in 2004, with an additional two years of graduate work in political philosophy. Mr. Rose is an outspoken supporter of the basic rights of man, especially freedom of speech, association, religion, individual rights to personal defense and property, and of republican, constitutional forms of government. He is married to the lovely Jamy Sue Rose, an award winning nature photographer and a Florida Master Naturalist and guide. He has two sons, Edward, a hydroponic farmer in the panhandle of Florida, and Alexander, a successful real estate developer.
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