I cry a lot

I cry for my ancestors stripped of their riches

I cry for my brothers beaten and worked then killed to enrich his 

I cry for my sisters mentally caged by the European chains

 

My ancestors built a great land and worked the white mans each day growing more insane

My brothers killed on the side of the road then again because of what his own brother planned 

My sisters built this land her womb being the only thing to help them stand 

 

So yes I cry a lot my people lost everything then worked harder then them but we still remain on the bottom 

And then when we complain about the loss our people suffered past and present the only thing that is brought up is why the white man shot him

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Me
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My community
My country
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