Dear Constituion,
I love who I am.
I have no interest in changing
Just to “get with the program”
For approval of the white man
When the power is in my hands
I have Nubian royalty in my veins
They couldn’t trap our brains
Even though they held us, shackled
In fetters and in chains.
My fury and rage has the potential
to swoop you up in my knowledge hurricane
We hold these truths to be self-evident
Only for the caucasian residents
They forgot about the racism and prejudice
And that the rules were only for their benefit
That all men are created equal
But didn’t you make our rights illegal?
Associated us all with all evil?
You abolished slavery, but burned crosses
On our lawn in the sequel.
That they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights
Unalienable: “cannot be taken or denied”, day or night
So why did we have to pass a bill for civil rights?
Since when did African American become a fraction
Shouldn’t my whole identity be a birthright?
That among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness
The lies you serve are poison, gaseous
I crave my OWN liberty and life, call me ravenous
The rules of this game don’t seem advantageous
I don’t understand
How can more melanin make me more susceptible to crime
If I want the same things as you, why do I have to work overtime?
They say it’s a waste of time, but it’s prime time
I’m gonna fight back in the meantime and
Make the best out of this lifetime.
Sincerely,Zahrah A. Siddiq