What Do We Do With Our Freedom

Clods of blood, Backs of sweats, Echoes of mournings, Fountains of tears, Alters of sacrifices traded for the freedom we inherit today. There were days when our forth parents have to struggle across the atlantic ocean oppress by transatlantic devotion with ships of slaves on their shoulders. Inside the vessels tightly packed with the blackness of our skin the minds that engineer our cultures and the fighters of our freedom. Their burdens were made heavy like the burden of slaves. Their feet bleed against the thorns of inhumanity yet still they carry their burden in the boiling sun and in the dark of night, so that we can inherit freedom They gave their backs to the whips, their limbs to shackles, their labor to the fields then gave their live to the grave, and all they ask in return is for our freedom. Knowing the hardship that our ancestors undergo so that we're free, what do we do with our freedom?