The Freedom That Comes With My Confident Stride

by chickenfat09

April 14, 2016

In this world many will never know freedom

My ancestors did not

If I was to get lost I would only need my freedom

Great ones before me I walk in shame

Never truly having known your struggle or your pain.

Mothers know pain so one day I asked mine

How she was mocked tortured and still found a way to shine

She looked at me with pride and smiled

Telling me the story of the day she asked the same thing as a child

With a proud smile and the hum of a song

She told me the story her mother told her to pass along

Its all in my confident stirde

Open your eyes why don't you see

The bruises on my back and the blood on my feet

Angry am I to see my children weep

Hungry cold and sad from being beat

Inocence confusion and hatred in their eyes

Angry heartbroken and ashamed to cover their pains with lies

You ask me to smile and curtsey whenever they come near

Pink dresses and bow ties thats how they appear

Underneath serpents with souls that smile from fear

I will never have pale creamy skin or a smile that shines bright

I love my brown skin and smile they fit me jsut right

I will never wear a pink dress or a bow tie

The old rags that I wear carry history that I can never deny

Although I am proud I also ashamed

The disgrace both races have brought to their name

Corruption deception hatred and lies

Tears shed over deaths that have no explanation as to why

The only reason anyone can seem to find

Is that he or she thinks her color is superior to mine

I am proud and ashamed of what we have become

Violence takes away the meaning of where we all come from

Never will I be ashamed of the color of my skin

Nor will I ever think that mine is better than his

So I step beyond hatred and smile with pride

Knowing the truth behind my confident stirde

A truth to the trials and tribulations we all call life

A truth to the reason as to why I fight

The horribe murders over century old strifes

The meaning goes beyond my confident stride

Beyond my short hair and cocoa brown style

So if you ask me why I stand the shame

The bruises black eyes and long nights of suffering pain

I will look at your brother and tell you the same

NO ONE will crush my spirit

I stand tall with a voice high and clear so you can hear it

We are all the same

It is a shame that you will never feel the same

You may never open your eyes so you can see

The whip marks and the bruises that you put on me

Although you may not I open my eyes

I smile and walk with a confident stride

Courageous and tough yes thats me

With thought that maybe one day we will all be free

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chickenfat09Apr 14, 2016

<p>I apologize about the huge paragraph in the middle I typed it but it did not turn out correctly.</p>