Thu, 08/11/2022 - 03:07 -- elwhite

I wake up each day holding on my desires

Pushing away all forces holding me - though it tires

Sweat flowing through my brows

Standing tall - I'll not bow

King I am though my kin have strayed


Chains hold me back

But my heart is ever free - I'm black

Even when the wheel is willed by the whites

And my destiny determined in DC

My heart is full of pride for I'm a treasure


I was born guilty

Though as tabula rasa I emerged

They sentenced me to the chain

My back on the bench of brutality

A lab rat I became

My crime – I am black


Religion relegated me to the rear

In a box - my thoughts remind

I'm just a square spike in a round hole

Slave to myself for their advantage

Yet I'm a lion - a god


Though in glory I was born

I sleep away - a cat

Putting my power to waist

I gave my crown to the west

Willingly limited

Why am I even lamenting!

Wake up              


This poem is about: 
My community
My country


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