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"Why were our people slaves?" 

"I don't know sweetie." 

What was I supposed to say? 

Was I supposed to tell my daughter that  

some man-made decision that her ancestors 

Were savages and did not know how to live 

So, it was deemed perfectly fine to capture  

Them, take them across the sea, sell them,  

And make them work day and night without 

Pay? Just to meet the follow up question 

"Who dee...med it okay?" 

Was I supposed to say that I do not know?  

And then search google for answer hope for  

One, and sit and wait for the question? 

"Who gave him that right?" 

Was I supposed to tell her that mebelieved 

That God had told him to do it, or that they  

Believed that it was the right thing to do 

That what they did was saw as okay 

Because they superior and they knew what 

 Was right and her ancestors were ignorant? 

How was going to answer that question 

Without crushing her hopes and dreams 

And forcing her to grow up at the age of 

Five, so smiled at her and lied. One that 

Hurt more than the truth, but saved her 

Innocence for just a little while longer. 

Well, until she can get google to work  

And ask it. 

 

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