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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358499" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Battling Racism</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have wanted to tell my story of Sgt. Vigay.<br>When we first met, him claiming cool, <br>and get's Hell out's -is way.<br>I never felt such hatred, prejudice, like that first day.<br>That was my first moments, But I swore, I'd make him pay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It started, claiming he'd whip's my body, <br>Like's moppen's the hall.<br>He'd whip's this I'd'ho white boy, in Bassit Ball<br>There he stood, six three or four, big and frighting.<br>But I mouthed, moe foe, have you ever seen? <br>I'd'ho white greased lighting? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The hurts and the banging, I knew what I'd get.<br>All the money I had, but what the Heck? <br>I placed life, death, on that six dollor bet.<br>Battling racisim, I bet they're still wondering even yet? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The brothers all cheered, for their man six feet four.<br>The fight was finally over 21,24, <br>It ended there? I had thought on that dirt room floor.<br>But it turned out mine was the higher score! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fighting then started, those brother's, never let it end.<br>They encouraged their Chicago Projects, Brother, Friend.<br>No matter what ever I would do, No matter how hard, or Hurt<br>I tried? <br>They claimed, Vigay, with -is one hand tie-.<br> <br>I ask him, thirty forty times, couldn't he let <br>this game end.<br>But did you ever notice? Brothers and Racisim seldom, <br>never, bend? <br>That was the way it was, trash talking, racisim<br>without end.<br> <br>So I had to fight in the name of sports.<br>Baseball, swimming, fighting on the run.<br>Vigay and his brothers, To pick on their boy was fun.<br>Never had so many places that hurt! <br>But at every turn I won.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the day, that showed how much? They, I had started to hate.<br>That day, I sealed my one fate. <br>I made a knowing fatal mistake.<br>I knew in their hearts hate, and one more contest? <br>My mouth and heart said retard wha- the -ell was chest? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I had taken their racsim, <br>I'd whip their ass in chest.<br>Well I'd mouthed moe foe, retard, ugly, dumb, <br>My tounge never rest.<br>I poked fun, yo mother be fat, and you and yo dadda both had<br>sps.<br>Yo home mamma fat and ugly married to your chickenn ss..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well one of the brothers said, No, Man! It's called chess! <br>Not chest! <br>In this contest Vigay. No man can beat! <br>He b- Da- best.<br>I showed now how I had learned to hate! <br>Boasting In Idaho, moe foe, that in this game I took state.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So put yo money, wher'd yo mouth was, and fool<br>For this game you be on time.<br>I watched as the brothers emptied wallets, pockets, <br>To the last dime.<br>But, then and there I stopped, offered peace.<br>Said I was tired of fighting, give me a break, and time? <br>But I had pushed to far, they wanted my hide<br>Said nope, and together your mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I had acted to cock sure. <br>If I lost this game my life, <br>Would never indure.<br>So there the fight for my life. <br>Not caring now what was Wrong, or Right? <br>With a cold heart I said you's black! <br>So's I'll's take white! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How in this game? I was tired, I was bored.<br>My attack in chess, flashing tongue, were swords.<br>Because in the beginning, I had tried to be kind, <br>And now surprised, at how much hate, <br>How it had been planted in my mind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So I played this game seven to one.<br>I moved rook, then a pawn, <br>I put black on the run.<br>I showed what their game had done? <br>What it was like to hate! <br>I rose slamming my qween an, check, moe foe, mate! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I turned and picked up three hundred and twenty one.<br>Then I looked and said this game is boring.<br>I wanted some fun! <br>Who wanted to play a new game, of one on one? <br>To Martin Nelson Vigay this time, I'm chewing some.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was mad, shaking all the way too my toes.<br>They saw my heart, no longer cool, but now<br>Ice cold froze.<br>They saw my desire, and hurt, in my eyes<br>I guess this time it was there, for they never lie! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well six of them brothers all turned and run.<br>At last, Vigay alone, for a little one on one.<br>He knew with him I was moppen the floor.<br>To make damn sure, Click, I locked the door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I had him alone and scared for the first time.<br>The blood and the floor was going to be his, not mine.<br>For I had in my hand a 36 inch wrench.<br>I wanted to put him over the pearl white fence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But he raised a hand saying he was sorry, and what? <br>That he'd been wrong.<br>He saw my desire and hurt, my anger still so strong.<br>He said in this game, he'd been pushed to long.<br>He ask for forgiving, and wispered, he'd been wrong.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I shouted, never, would I forgive.<br>But dropping that wrench, I chose, I let him live.<br>I said Vigay! In Idaho I had never been taught<br>this kind of hate.<br>Because in life we must take action! <br>We must choose, create our own fate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then later on, few weeks and the day had turned to night.<br>Three of the brothers cornerd me, saying now were going to fight! <br>I looked for a door, But there stood Vigay? <br>I thought well shit? <br>Stepping towards his brothers, He just said hey! <br> <br>He dropped the first one with a fist.<br>Saying Clyde's What's you's ya going's to do's<br>You's get's ones' But I get's two's<br>I'm asking, Have you ever fought for your freedom, or life? <br>I used everything trying to stop racisim and strife.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There I fought for freedom, and just so much more.<br>My eyes black, face split lips, body aching, sore.<br>But them three men, down at last on the floor.<br>Leaning over them Vigay stated.<br>Hate's and Racisim's don't's You's do's No's More's<br>Then he stepped over and jerked it open <br>Stepped a-side saying Please, Clyde's <br>Please You's first thrugh da door<br>I hopes yous' ok, and at me not to sore? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>As we walked away that big arm rested, helping holding, <br>me up, there on my shoulder.<br>He must have said thirty or forty times. <br>That this day was the end.<br>And he wasn't let nobody's crap on me or him's again.<br>Because he now understood, , , , whom was -is friends.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clyde+Bryson">Clyde Bryson</a><div class=q>
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When we first met, him claiming cool, 
and get's Hell out's -is way.
I never felt such hatred, prejudice, like that first day.
That was my first moments, But I swore, I'd make him pay.

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