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We Are The People

Racial Discrimination    
Bigotry it’s sad correlation      
Such an unpleasant topic since the beginning of creation      
Even the narration      
Has been society’s own downfall castration      
These words have never gotten the props of a backseat stagnation      
To despise coloration of one’s skin is a mental sickness infestation      
No jest or reasons for this unfair formulation      
      
The ancestry history of blacks caught, and netted      
Future landed to be sweated      
Savagely molested      
American is still indebted      
Free Labor      
Creating Mental Enablers      
Ships crossing the seas      
A new land in time dividing immediate families      
Held back      
And they say black skin doesn’t crack      
The Master’s whip killed that fact      
And you ask what their race have contributed by their hands      
For them to come so far across to a foreign land      
Patents of greatness still used to this day      
History books not noted...hum, you don’t say      
      
Native Americans      
The warriors of the land      
Hospitality to the Pilgrims helped them as best they can      
Hunted for their food      
In the end bit off more than they could chew      
Corn to Maze      
I showed you how      
A feast of Thanksgiving      
Your gun was our final bow      
Smallpox to the blankets, your hatred, injustice, killed off our history      
Not even a statue on a reservation to show our people. Our contributions were never an unknown mystery      
      
The extermination of the Jews      
The master race never had Hitler fooled      
An ethnic group of people prayed within their synagogues      
Until we marched in line to our death one by one      
The beginning of our inhuman Holocaust      
The Star of David we held on until we fell from inhaled gas or physical exhaust      
Concentration Camps      
Our precious skin made from lamps      
Anne Frank very thankful for the diary of your daily journey      
Hidden from sight in a time of discord during a cleansing urgency      
      
Racial Discrimination      
Its silent cloak built on a separatism foundation      
The meaning of hate divides us all      
As we continue to stand under God’s Law      
Get wise people or we all shall fall      
Histories have been bought, told, and sold      
Heaven will not allow these two words to exist, so I’ve been foretold      
      
No skin color is passing through them Pearly gates      
The spirit of your soul I tell you this time after time is your fate      
Yet we still accept      
From each generation until its death      
County Clubs privatizations      
Some schools still practice segregations      
Color Barriers Denigrations      
Racial profile defamations      
The translation in regard to this relation      
Takes me back to the cotton field plantations      
Races have been slaughtered      
Your presence at times feels like a fish out of water      
      
Will you accept me as I am      
Only God tempers the winds of the land      
On my death bed I want to say I loved all no matter of skin color      
I see that blinding light, wait, it’s getting duller      
No…no…no what have I done      
You accepted yourself, your race, but my children do not come as one      
Love all      
Therefore, one day when you get that final blessed call      
You can look back      
With no regrets of a payback      
The exemplary of my life should be made into a bronze plague      
      
I may not have been a Harriet Tubman in my day      
But I provided the necessitation of life to allow races to walk alongside me never deterring their way      
Embracing the person never the race      
I closed my eyes to accept my calling with a Heavenly smile on my face  

#CelebratingBlackHistoryMonth    
1st Edition (Published 17th Mar 2019-Racial Discrimination)

 
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Author's Note
Too often, customary practices and discrimination on the basis of gender, ethnicity, race, religion, social status, or class are the root sources of pervasive inequality in many countries.

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