Your Brother In The Struggle

We came here as his chattel
sold on auction blocks like cattle

Our women he raped and disrespected
even today they remain unprotected

They laughed, smoked, ate and drank
while bodies of hung black men rotted and stank

Now shoot us like rabies carrying dogs in the street
or take us to jail after our heads they beat

It is sad to see
that after 300 years we are only semi-free

All these things in my mind I juggle
as I remain your Brother in the struggle
Written by Kementic1 (Hussein Ali Hill)
Author's Note
I wrote this back in 2014. I am posting this today-1st day of Black History 2024.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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