
I am a commodity sold and traded at will
I am not seen as human, not seen as an equal
I am devoid of feeling and emotion but a force of physical labor
I am forced to have less than and work more to survive
I have no wealth to build my legacy, no 40 acres, no mule
I am shackled with a history that has been branded on our backs
We are the puppets to the majority, used for exploitation and entertainment.
We are called animals, we are told we are no good
We are vilified, falsely accused, and imprisoned
We have been drugged by your powdery poison to suppress us into submission
I wear the marks of your justice on my neck; 9 minutes and 29 seconds
I cannot run for leisure, without the assumptions of guilt
My resemblance to others doesn’t give you the right to detain me
The tool of enforcement is often the instrument of death, intentional or accidental
Saying that our lives matter does not mean your lives matter less
Learning about atrocities of racism at the hands of your ancestors, is critical thinking for understanding and forgiveness
Our quest for higher knowledge is no threat to your existence, but a compliment to our global wisdom.
My pride, my honor, and my color I shall take to the grave
I am the dream of my ancestors
I am GREATER than you can imagine
I am NOT less than,
I AM A BLACK MAN
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Fantastic. Poetry in motion. Thank you!
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This is really powerful and eloquent. These are your words, yes?
Sonya🦋
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Thank you dear Sista! Of course these are indeed my words. I would not post anything without adding proper credit.
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