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About This Poem
HISTORICAL MOMENT
My His-Story
The bowel movement of Ms. Liberty is Black His-Story Month
We're forced fed information from the tissue
She wiped from back to front (did you cringe?)...me too!
But knowing my Great, Great, Great, etc.,
Grandmother was traded for an ass,
Births a Rebel with a cause!
I'm engraving your name upon this axe
I'm using to sever the chain, attached to your name!
No more date rapes from Master
Who loves you with a love, equivalent
To an ass...
Know that our stock has risen and split!
Martin Luther The Dreamer, became Prophet
This guy named Obama, inaugurated on the steps
Built by your fellow slave comrades
Since then, they've received retroactive pay;
Bills of total vindication
Giving change in mockery minted coins!
They couldn't have foreseen as slaves
They were constructing the pedestal for the Promised Land,
The situation wasn't looking so promising!
But in 2008 granny
The Lord split the sea again.
We're not second class citizens either
Thanks to genetics
We annihilate anything you mix us with!
The proof is in our last name.
I want you to strut in the afterlife
With your head held high
The blood you've shed, inks my pen
Redeeming your value
Your grandson came to repurchase your deed
You are a Lady, and you are freed
From being sold by animals
For an animal!
Scribe Marlon Linton
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