Confussion
From the beginning of time
Man concealed the truth
They told me a lie
They told me
I was a slave
Worthless and unkind
I trusted them
Gave them my time
I worked their lands
Toiled day and night
In return they stole
My birth right
Gave me ashes for clay
Re-wrote my ancestors tale
Re-named my creator
Nailed him to the cross
And told me I had no worth.
Copyright © Patricia . Garcia Howard Bramble | Year Posted 2016
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