My People
Location
Black skin against white cotton fresh
Beauty ripped from the land of purity
Stolen virtue, unsure of direction
Crowns ripped from bloody palms
Joyous drums exchanged for tribulation songs
Beaten and bruised, told “You’ll always loose”
Never celebrated
Burning flesh, hung from nearby trees
Beloved
Still enslaved although said freed
Manipulated through segregation
Self-worth torn from souls of righteousness
Beaten and bruised, told “Nigger you’re useless”
Never celebrated
Bullets shooting down peace
Boxed in by cells of steel
Hand in hand march for freedom
Rights denied, unjustified
Who are you to want this life?
Beaten and bruised, blackness equals strife
Never celebrated
Black skin bleached with chemicals deep
Born with hatred from the womb
White is right, the only way to be
Still enslaved, although said freed
Wonder lost, history stolen
You must stay strong even though broken
You will be celebrated
Black skin beauty, you must believe
Behold the light, you can achieve
Black is beautiful, bold and strong
Sounds of ancestor’s tribulation song
Fight for freedom, peace and love
Their always watching from above
Worth much more than what’s been told
Power within, worth more than gold
Televised lies to keep you down
But I am proud my skin is brown
Only believe the truth in you
You are beauty
You are wisdom
You are prospers
YOU ARE CELEBRATED