Poem* My Nigga

My Nigga

My Nigga you’ve been with me from the moment I took my first breath
I grew up learning from my own lessons, Nigga you never taught me a damn thing
Nigga it seemed like you were there to hate on the things I loved
Every dream I had, Nigga you were there to crush it
Nigga have you ever seen me play? But you were there on cue to hate on my game, and question my love for it, I thought myself to play the game, Nigga that’s why I have the heart of a lion
Nigga you’re there for everyone except me
Nigga all those times I waited on you, and as expected you never showed up, but I still kept hope
Nigga you only point to my mistakes but never look at your own
Nigga why don’t you hold me down, instead of holding me down?
Nigga we have love for the same things, but you still critize me
Nigga why do you question my maturity? Is it because I’m not like you? 
Nigga why are you putting so much pressure on me? Is it supposed to make me stronger?
Questioning my manhood? Nigga Why didn’t you show me how to be one?
Nigga what’s important to you, I don’t care about, I have my own priorities
Nigga I’m going to make it on my own, regardless if you approve or not, I’m doing my thing
Because Nigga you were never there when I needed you the most
I thought you were my Nigga, Shit I can’t even talk to you
Nigga how about all those times you lied and kept secrets from me, I felt betrayed and abandoned
Nigga it’s like you’re just waiting for me to fail, so you can say I told you so 
Nigga you were supposed to walk with me every step of the way, But why do I see only one set of footprints?

You’re the Nigga that loves to hate


Written By Rodoël John Rooi