As I look in the mirror and smile at my face
I can't help but wonder where I got these traits
Who was the one to give me my skin?
Who gave me the nose that breathes in?
What was your name?
Where were you from?
What obstacles did you overcome?
Were you once a ruler? An African queen?
Where you an artist
Could you dance or sing?
You were the one that live through the chains
Survived oppression and the Jim Crow reign
Oh how I wish I could've known who you were
I know you were strong and wise
Or at least that's what I infer
I know that your blood does run through my veins
And I know that from you I get my surname
Generation after generation
We've sure come a long way
And I hope that I'll get to meet you soon or someday
But for now I'll just keep doing what is right
Because I know how hard your generation had to fight
For the benefits that we ahve today
And I don't want you to think that we're throwing it all away
And I sit here finishing this poem today
I dedicate this to you and I just want to say hey