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Uppity Nigga

Feminist Aliens (FA) is a virtual space where women can express themselves freely. We will be posting a few section. Here is our first piece, Uppity Nigga, by FA’s founder Dr. Andrea Baldwin. Her spoken word submission is under the  Creative Arts Menu, where you will find poetry, songs, art and things of that ilk.
Spoken word is performed poetry so expect a video clip to follow soon but until then imagine you are reading this piece on stage with a bus stop as your main prop and two nosy people sitting beside you lapping up each word.
Off stage, your large audience breaks out in laughter or shouts encouraging words to you at appropriate intervals until your reading ends to their thunderous applause and calls for an encore.

Uppity Nigga

uppity-nigga

Girrllll looka de uppity nigga

Walking bout hey feeling like she better
… than we.
Nose all up in de air
Like she feel we care
Bout de poor great nigga that is she.

She feel like cause she went to big school
That she could come bout here and people try to fool.
Cause she got two certificates
That she is the queen bitch
But just like we she had to shit
outside in a pit toilet
and ain’t had no running water
She could really go long wid she self, the uppity nigga.

You would think she got money the way she does behave
Getting on like only she one got good looking clothes to wear
Girl but she ain’t come for no way
She family is then half red people from Foul Bay
That does cuss and carry on like them in got no sense
Always at the rum shop door early to spend de few cents
Pretending like she ain’t no where she come from
Ha ha, uppitidy nigga that just come town

She granmurrah use to work cleaning for dem white people
Wuh I know for a fact she murrah still working at a hotel
Yes girl cleaning them hotel rooms
Up and down all day with mops and brooms
Yea I does see she cause she does still catch de bus
Down to earth just like the rest of us
…but girl, she daughter?
She ain’t nuttin but a uppity nigga

Girl mark my words, I tell you she going get what coming for she
Gone way and fuhget bout she friends and she family
Yuh know she marry a man from ova and away
I did hear so, couldn’t wait to high tail she ass from bout hey
Stupse, don’t worry she mussee up dey catching she ass
Pretending she living wid class
But out dey living from hand to mout
Pretending but doing without
Cause you know dem Amurican’s don’t like nobody black
Ha ha girllll dem uppity niggas so does go up dey and be shame to come back

I could only imagine when she do come back hey
She mussee gine really pretend she live all she life up dey
I could hear she now talking like a yankee
Yes, girl she and she lil’ pickney
Cause you know he ain’t born in Buhbadus
So she gine think the lil scruffy boy better than us
But girl listen cause as I tell you it gine be
She going get what coming uppity nigga like she

Girl yes, I is a uppity nigga
If that mean I want to do better
My mudda work hard and tell me to go school and learn
And now I trying to reap de benefits I earn
Cause I seem to be progressing in life
Wunna prefer to grudge and make strife
But these letters behind my name
I work too hard fuh dem and I ain’t shame
So if that is wuh uppity nigga mean
Yes girl here I am you can dub me the queen

Try and mind your own business
You trying too hard to be uh eyewitness
… to my progress
If in yours yuh would spend more time
Instead of minding mine
You could be a uppity nigga like me no less
So make your label and try to make it stick
I actually like it and think it fit
Uppity nigga got a ring to it in trute
Don’t sound bad at all, uppity nigga like me wuhloss poor you.

Andrea Baldwin

 

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