African American

Not even supposed to be American

Stolen

Bought

Made to be property

You laugh at the fact I have no father

But do you not remember you are the one who sold him?

You cannot see the chain

But I still feel them

The pain from the weight of cotton on my shoulders

Are now just bullet wounds

The blood that I’m choking on is not just mine

But the blood of my ancestors

I call every black person

Brother and sister

Cause we all went through the same struggle

The image of a jezebel

The reason my ancestors got raped

Is now the reference picture at the plastic surgeon

Still on my knees

Just in a different way

Face pressed to the pavement

Body tensed

I flashback to my ancestor  

Wondering if we had the same thoughts

Wondered if she also thought she was gonna die

Face down

Hands behind my back

Will I bleed out?

Will he just laugh?

But I won´t let him see me cry

Won't let him have the last laugh