I TOO AM AMERICAN

MY ARROW SLICES THROUGH WIND

BUT THE WHITE-MAN’S BULLET SLICES THROUGH THE CLOTHES ON MY BACK

BETRAYED BY THE MEN AND WOMEN THAT JUST ARRIVED

FORCED OFF OF MY LAND FOR PALE FACES TO BUILD TRCKS OF STEEL

BUFFALO MASSACRED AND WASTED FOR THE WHITE MEN TO MAKE THEIR MONEY AND GIVE MY PEOPLE NOTHING IN RETURN

STARVED… NO FOOD REMAINS. THE BUFFALO RE GONE AND THE CROPS HAVE WITHERED

ROBBED… MY HOMELAND RIPPED FROM BENEATH MY FEET

TIME FAST FORWARDS BUT NOTHING CHANGES

THICK BLOOD TRICKLES DOWN MY LEGS AND MIXES WITH THE DIRT BENEATH MY FEET AS I WALK IN SHACKLES

THE STING AND BURN OF A CRACKING WHIP AT MY BACK

MY CLOTHES ARE WORN AND RAGGED.

MY SISTER’S UNBORN CHILD WEEPS AS SHE DOES WHILE THE MASTER RAPES HER THOUGH HIS MISTRESS IS SITTING RIGHT UPSTAIRS

MY HUSBAND STANDS ON THE AUCTION BLOCK, SEEN AS NO MORE THAN BLACK SKIN AND MUSCLE: THE PERFECT FIELD NIGGER

TIME FAST FORWARDS BUT NOTHING CHANGES

THE HOUSE NEXT DOOR BURNED TO ASH. SET AFLAME BY CRAZED MEN IN WHITE SHEETS

CHILDREN HANGING FROM TREES AS FIRES BLAZED AND CRACKLED BENEATH THEM

EMANCIPATED…FREE YET I DO NOT SHARE THE RIGHTS OF PEOPLE FIVE SHADES LIGHTER THAN ME

FORCED TO TURN WY FROM A HNOT MEAL BECAUSE MY SKIN IS THE COLOR OF HONEY

NO CHOICE BUT TO SIT IN THE BACK OF THE BUS IF I REFUSDE I’LL BE ARRESTED

GOOD ENOUGH TO BE THE HELP AND COOK HER MELS BUT CANT SIT AT THE SME TABLE TO ENJOY THE MEL I SLAVED OVER

ONLY ABLE TO WISH MY FAMILY WS AROUND

MY MOTHER IMPRISONED AFTER FALSE ACUSATION OF THEFT BY THE FAMILY SHE SERVED

MY FATHER MURDERED…LYNCHED

MY SISTER CHASED DOWN AND BEATEN TO DEATH BY WHITE MEN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT

MY ONLY COMPANION IS THE ONE I PRAY TO

TIME FAST FROWARDS BUT NOTHING CHANGES

BORN A MUSLIM

MY BOOK ENTITLED TO HOLY QUR’AN

THOUGH I PRAY TO THE SAME GOD AS ALL OTHERS I’M SEEN AS A MURDEROUS VILLAIN

BORN IN THE SME COUNTRY BUT I’M TOLD”GO BACK TO WHERE YHOU CAME FROM” AND “JUST BECAUSE YOU WERE BORN HERE DOESN’T MAKE YOU AMERICAN”

YOU’VE NAMED ME SAVAGE, WENCH, NIGGA, CAMEL JOCKEY, THOWEL HEAD, AND TERRORIST

YET THE ONE TITLE YOU FAIL TO PLACE UPON ME IS THE ONE YOU’VE GRACED YOURSELVES WITH

I TOO AM AMERICAN!!!

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