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Do you remember me? Do you remember the way you pulled at my hair? Bit my shoulders Thighs Legs The way you hit me Leaving marks of yourself over me The way you flung money on my face
Full to the ceiling Parents and children alike Some get sick Some get stuck Harvesting tobacco They were bought with guns Full to the ceiling Parents and children alike Some are rich
America,The land of the free and home of the brave,The ‘epitome of freedom’ that is said to have saved,Those who were previously held and enslaved From those in our society who corrupt and deprave. America’s real intentions are disputed, Our leade
Home of the Brave? More like home of the slave. Slave to social media. Slave to materials. Slave to a glued to the wall redia. When will we go back to where things were physical
As I toss and turn dreading my alarm sound, I think. If these were my ancestors, they'll be up in a blink. See they couldn't get an education or they'd end up dead.
They say slavery was abolished years ago. That every man, is now his own. But look around at what surrounds you. No I don’t mean on your phone. Stop tapping at your screens, Halt the scrolling through your feeds. This isn’t about race this time
Mike Brown, Trayvon Martin, Tamir Rice, Eric Garner Who's next? Me?
Dehumanization Along with Slavery and Technology
You captured kings and warriors and now our bloodline fights back You underestimated the mystery and power behind those of us who are black You saw our strength and resilience and said “They’ll be fine to do our work”
40 acres and a mule How bout 40 million and some fame slaves to old white men's rule and it's such a shame from the NBA NFL MLB to the rap and hip hop music industry
Sweltering New Orleans sun Murdering my skin Sweet smells of tobacco plants Wafting through my nostrils Glorious sight of success
I am no longer the beautifully tinted woman that grew up between the tropical trees and vines of the most alluring forests.