I Am

We were originally Kings and Queens  honored by our own,

threw generation to generation,

thrown to thrown,

we forgot to hold down our home 

Now they are captains of this thrown 

An African American who was once told not to sit at the front of the bus

Dishonored and Disrespected

Beatten , lost, and forgotten

on those slave ships with chains clenched to necks and ankles

Were are my angles 

Thrown over the banks of the ocean as if we were profitless, but unwasted 

Exhausted but our own we fight

Respect is what we fright

Still weakened by the enemy but strengthened by the lord we are

I am From those that enlightened

So I try to find my way, I will find my way

Pushing throw racism, criticism, and stereotypes

Capable of anything I set my mind to

I am From the little pieces of that puzzle that has yet to be made into a picture

I am...

Vividly vague