America ToDAYA Poem by Onyx Skyfirst spoken word poem (feedback greatly appreciated)
America today frightens me
There are people who are sick
Mentally physically and Emotionally
So much hate and poverty
For the people who look just like me
Not realizing the enslavement of our minds
Inching more and more towards a steady decline
Whose to blame
When self hatred calls my name?
Searching for education
When I found that education
I felt a sense of elation
Because I learned of who I am
I learned About Africa
Akebu-Lan
I learned my ancestors were Kings and Queens
I learned of a place where my people were free
I hold this information close to me
Even my hair
As curly as it may be
I learned was a gift from God you see
Despite European invasion
Into the ancient text of my past
To destroy and make fallacies last
I refuse to feel imprisoned
Holding my head up high
I got my swag and my stride
B/c I’ve realized my culture
Is still alive!
I learned of a bible
That didn’t omit a black face
Prize possession was a black face
And the most ancient of people
Came from Eden and African place
Learning to avoid calling slaves by biblical names
The portuguese thought of a name
That made all blacks the same
Though the name had nothing to do with my race
But the color of my face
Thank goodness for Arab travelers from our past
Preserving our history so our legacy would last
I keep asking myself
How some people can hate
Discriminate and castigate
Colors and faces
That God himself made?
I can only put words to paper
And rhythm to sound
Hoping the rhythm feels your ears
And finally drowns
The hate.
Cause America today frightens me
There are people sick
Mentally, physically and emotionally
Waiting centuries and centuries to see
A time when I can be me
© 2008 Onyx SkyFeatured Review
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