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Do you remember me?
Do you remember the way you pulled at my hair?
Bit my shoulders
Thighs
Legs
The way you hit me
Leaving marks of yourself over me
The way you flung money on my face
Full to the ceiling
Parents and children alike
Some get sick
Some get stuck
Harvesting tobacco
They were bought with guns
Full to the ceiling
Parents and children alike
Some are rich
America,The land of the free and home of the brave,The ‘epitome of freedom’ that is said to have saved,Those who were previously held and enslaved From those in our society who corrupt and deprave. America’s real intentions are disputed, Our leade
Home of the Brave?
More like home of the slave.
Slave to social media.
Slave to materials.
Slave to a glued to the wall redia.
When will we go back to where things were physical
As I toss and turn dreading my alarm sound, I think.
If these were my ancestors, they'll be up in a blink.
See they couldn't get an education or they'd end up dead.
They say slavery was abolished years ago. That every man, is now his own. But look around at what surrounds you. No I don’t mean on your phone. Stop tapping at your screens, Halt the scrolling through your feeds. This isn’t about race this time
You captured kings and warriors and now our bloodline fights back
You underestimated the mystery and power behind those of us who are black
You saw our strength and resilience and said “They’ll be fine to do our work”
40 acres and a mule
How bout 40 million and some fame
slaves to old white men's rule
and it's such a shame
from the NBA NFL MLB
to the rap and hip hop music industry
Sweltering New Orleans sun
Murdering my skin
Sweet smells of tobacco plants
Wafting through my nostrils
Glorious sight of success
I am no longer the beautifully tinted woman that grew up between the tropical trees and vines of the most alluring forests.
