Colored History


Our history is written in blood, the pages

stained red by the splatter of our blood

as the sound of the whip echoes

Bleached white by the bones of fathers 

and our mothers that are scattered

Cursed black like the skin so hated and

black like the hearts of those who killed

and raped us like animals, though we are brothers


The slavery “ended” but the memory remains

the reign of tears can not wash away the dark

stains from our hearts and our minds

cry out for the injustices of the past, present and future

the memories weigh us down as the burdens

borne by our ancestors brought them down,

we alked bowed to the ground by the weight

of our history while the world turns and turns and forgets 


The grass grows green and the skies remain blue

untouched by the ravages of our black bodies

by the floods of our salt, tears,sweat and blood

just as the history books remain pristine and the

black hearts of those who came before are cleansed

by the black ink on white papers and the tradgedies

that were and are, are forgotten. 


What Dark Crime was Committed?


What dark force prescribed this dark,

dark fate on those of us with darker skin,

those of us who were the savages of the

past who now roam the concrete

jungles as the gangsters of today


What dark deed did our dark fathers 

commit to darken the heart of him above

against us so, that we wept in chains 

of metal and now we weep in chains

of hunger, ignorance and apathy


Why must this dark skin of ours mark us, 

even in our motherland, the dark land that bore us

Why must our girls suffer in throes of self hate 

and scar their bodies as the brothers of the past

scarred the bodies of their brothers in the past

the whip scars gleaming white in the sun

like the bleached faces of our sisters, mothers and daughters. 


What crime was committed to merit

this never ending price and how much

dark blood, sweat and tears must be spilt

before this price is paid!