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Once we were kings.....
We were once kings
Amongst treaders of the Nile
Raped from land built with brown hands
Forced to build a home
felt like the opposite
For we still could never call it
our own
Regarded as animals
Kept in shackles
To confine our bodies
Keep tabs on our minds
Names thrown around like trash
Birthing an alias
trigger to our demise
Centuries post devastation
A name fabricated to demean
lay weakness upon our souls
Is a term imposing good fortune
Friendship
Since when is ignorance positive?
I have dreamed as a King
Of equality
A dream that became nothing more
than a nightmare
Not only does pigmentation conjure hatred
Green eyed monsters tightly grip pistols
With loose fingers
Find your brother in the crosshairs
Look around at ur cell
Guilty of a crime really a blessing
In disguise for they who hate you
Two birds.....one stone
We were once kings
Draped in the finest
Fabricated lion skin
Now draped in denim
Cotton picked by the hands of our ancestors
Hung low
No respect for self or the bleeding fingertips
Forced to pick it
Slave masters were modified
Shapes of green paper and shiny rocks
From the land once called home
Once we were kings.....
....WHAT ARE WE NOW?
Amongst treaders of the Nile
Raped from land built with brown hands
Forced to build a home
felt like the opposite
For we still could never call it
our own
Regarded as animals
Kept in shackles
To confine our bodies
Keep tabs on our minds
Names thrown around like trash
Birthing an alias
trigger to our demise
Centuries post devastation
A name fabricated to demean
lay weakness upon our souls
Is a term imposing good fortune
Friendship
Since when is ignorance positive?
I have dreamed as a King
Of equality
A dream that became nothing more
than a nightmare
Not only does pigmentation conjure hatred
Green eyed monsters tightly grip pistols
With loose fingers
Find your brother in the crosshairs
Look around at ur cell
Guilty of a crime really a blessing
In disguise for they who hate you
Two birds.....one stone
We were once kings
Draped in the finest
Fabricated lion skin
Now draped in denim
Cotton picked by the hands of our ancestors
Hung low
No respect for self or the bleeding fingertips
Forced to pick it
Slave masters were modified
Shapes of green paper and shiny rocks
From the land once called home
Once we were kings.....
....WHAT ARE WE NOW?
Published 10th Oct 2013
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