Praying for a change to come
Or for the slave masters' ancestors to help
Send you
To a better place
Taking you back to Africa where they say you are
Royalty
And your bloodline is precious
Until you study the
Map of the Middle Passage so much that
Anything and everything becomes
Too offensive
It scars you to know that
Cold water was certain death for
So many of your people who
Loved life and freedom to
A point where they died for it
Vowing to be free
Eternally
Distributing reparations
Is it the door that leads to the
Stairway
Of
Righting hundreds of years of
Deceit and wrongs that
Every one of us
Remembers
Copyrighted © February 2007 Latorial Faison
