I can never sleep in the future but I dwell on my past
My life is not my own
I am told to remember the stars and remember the seasons
But why is it that I forget that I’m breathing
I equals you
I am not the one with the sultry voice of an angel
I am the woman whose life is claimed, robbed and stained
The pain of blood cast a shadow on the voice of those that were once silent
Black power speaks and eats a cringed fist
The thirst to be known is evident
It is that voice of Peace
My heart sinks at the unknown
Why were we brought to America to forget our true culture?
Why was I brought here in shackles?
Why is the n- word is easily said on the lips of black men?
Why do people walk and can’t stand?
I wonder so much until I just scream from the top of my lungs…. WHY?
I am here
I was who was robbed of a language and told to forget and drain slavery out of my skull?
It is the birthright of preacher to not be against but lean toward peace?
But just like petals fall, we stand like trees never to be cut down again
Rosa Parks parked her butt on a bus never to be robbed of her freedom
Martin Luther King Jr. knew his crown of glory would be arranged in diamonds one day in heaven
Malcolm X never wanted to be slave to a name that is not his own
These three people engraved Respect
Through a microphone canvas you could see into their life
Their strive for the next big thing
Unity because this is supposed to be the United States of America
Yet we are still separated
My eyes must dare to look at the future and never forget the expectations that were blood coated in the past
We are kings and queens and we must never forget