Legacy
I am a legacy
no not of my father's alma mater or
my mother's sorority
rather, i am the culmination
the product
and the result of
my nation's history
i am my country's daughter
a bandaid over my nation's scars
to conceal its faults, flaws, and failures
because i am its legacy
i have been fabricated and manufactured
slaved over by the enslaved
kidnapping children from their mothers
selling people like barbie dolls
stacking them on shelves by the hundreds
on a cruise to our
beloved
nation
controlling their every movement, their every thought
so that the chain around their necks
bonds with that of their brains
to chain down their humanity so
they wouldn't know the difference
between being enslaved
and being human.
people don't know that the dream
was once a nightmare
that
when our grandparents were immigrants trying to escape foreign oppresion
that
when they were praying for safe haven
that
when they fled to a place where there'd be liberty and justice for all
that
they'd find a new oppressor: Lady Liberty
liberty to roam around their
8 by 8 prison cells
caged in by the dozens like animals
so their hearts would escape their chests
and plaster against the walls so
we'd know that what we have today was not gained so easily.
so i write the untold story of the oppressed who came before me
preach so i'm forever imprinted with its memory
voice so my tongue is forever tatted with
the cold, hard truth
so it
bleeds black ink
like they
bled red blood
that once ran through their veins
til' it didn't.
until bullets pierced their brains and
shrieks ricocheted off the walls like
THUNDER
so they'd scream a scream so terrifying that
tears would rain and
cries would roar and
a tornado of fear would strike.
now i'm not saying i don't love my country
i just wish that more people would
take the time to remember
the struggle of those who preceded us
because
we are our country's children
bandaids over our nation's scars
to conceal its faults, flaws, and failures
because we are its legacy.
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