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Golden Child

[font=Verdana]They like to pretend that I don’t exist
The bastard child of The American Dream
They act like Im some sort of new-fangled technology
That will only be hot for a limited time
Like my shelf life has not dated back 400 years
To when my kind slid out of raped chocolate wombs
Under blazing suns of some Mississippi cotton field
Ushered into this world to the sound of cracking whips
I've come face to face with hell itself
And I didn’t even take my first breath yet
Snatch from my mother no sooner the core was cut
“Feed it to the dogs!”
I was known as an abomination of God
And as the slave master picked me up by my feet, eyes met
A genuine reflection of himself staring back
The Olive Skin twin
Who moments ago
Was bore of his property?
He hated me
But I was not asked to be here
My mother did not ask you
To strip her of her Hyman leaving your seed as a constant reminder of when you raided her temple
But on those days
God was hard at work
He set those days a blaze with sun light to mark his SPECIAL children
Scared of what the meaning of me was I was discarded
Or hidden
Raised to be the exotic Good time gale
To be continually used by the same men that shared my DNA
I was merely disposable
A garbage can to deposit there bigotry
They raped the woman out of me
The black out of me, the white out of me
Until I was completely transparent
I had no place to belong
The fields did not accept me
The house used me up
My golden rays where gone
Now let’s fast forward 400 years
Early 80’s I was born again
But now conceived out of love
I emerge Golden out of rich chocolate soil
And at my first cry I was placed in the bosom of my mother
Wrapped in a soft blanket
Ushered in to the joy in my aunties voice
“There she is”
I had no idea that the world had not much changed from my first arrival
The only difference is we were free
Now I live in limbo of 2 cultures that refuse to acknowledge their similarities
Please tell me how you can justify biggity amongst minorities
We are all hated equally
But US HALFBREEDS especially
“They think they are cute”
Please tell me when getting up in the morning and combing your hair became a sign of vanity
“She think she all that because she light skin”
Since when does my pigmentation define my confidence?
I prayed every day to God to take me out of this
Again I was not asked to be here
And yet I am supposed to apologize for my African American and Latin composition
You must be trippin
I was hand crafted by the greatest sculptor
Then he breathed his life into me
His Light into me
So to those babies who feel they have not place
The fields don’t want you
The house only wants to use you
You stand firm and Gods light to shine out of you
You are Golden with a purpose
Illuminate the dark minds of hate
Blur out the color lines etched into Mother Nature
And with that you will change the world
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Written by Hzlegynd
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