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American Slave


American Slave is easier to spell

Than it is to dispel

The numerous lies and myths

Associated through this

 

Branding-word pronounced slave

To many took to their graves

Is but a shallow description

Hidden social encryption

 

To really look at the word slave

What we used to call free-trade

Requires you to be brave

In this day and age

Slowly sound each letter S – L – A – V – E

Break it down and what do you see

 

S strong, sensual, sagacious, soulful, sexy, super, stellar

L loving, lucky, lively, luscious, lover

A African, American, agile, accepting, advisor

V virtuous, vivacious, voluptuous, victor

E extreme, exotic, engaging, ebony, essence, elector

 

Wear your heritage proudly

Our ancestors most undoubtedly

 

Are proud how far we’ve come

Everything we’ve accomplished and done

Could these slaves have known

Their power and influence has grown

 

The impact of the African American dollar

The voice once muzzled with a collar

Through over represented in the Department of Corrections

Your voice now influences presidential elections

 

And think this is not the end

But the beginning once again

How much further can our people go

As our young minds continue to grow

 

Don’t forget who we are

Descended from Kings, Rulers, and Czars

Love thyself of ancient royalty

Centuries born of dedicated loyalty

 

Author’s Note: Poem inspired from the many intellectual conversations and life experiences with one of my strongest beloved motherly influences: the now deceased VI Fair. I owe her gratitude and thanks for sharing her humanity, compassion and enlightment to my once broken soul.

 

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Robert Williford

Honorably discharged disabled veteran from Arkansas. Did a 12 month tour in Europe and a 6 week deployment to Northwest Africa. I speak a little German and a lot of Spanish. Many Vets lose their way/purpose in life. Your new mission in life, the most important you will ever have, is to become a better father, husband, son and neighbor. It doesn't make you weak to become a better human being. You don't have to be one of the military statistics who either commit suicide or end up in prison.

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S. Yvette
<p>Love this!!</p>

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