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But They Lived There

He said my people come from a place where the dung beetle reigns I heard those profane utterances and remained composed, though he word assassinated my ethnic character Once upon an ancient time ago, my people dwelled in the land of Ham, (it’s called Africa today) the place where Moses met God — I Am That I Am Then we were sardine shipped to America land But the funny thing is ... (yet, I’m not laughing) after my people were stolen away, his people took up residence there for a long time Instituting European rule for a mighty long time His people sat on that colonialism chair, squatting there for a real long time When his carpetbagging relatives lived there, that wretched place smelled sweet then Getting them diamonds, ivory and precious jewels made that a beautiful place to prop up that Caucasian overlord footstool I wonder what was the fragrance flowing thru the land, when his ancestors were resting upon their plantation veranda porches What did the rich, dark land smell like back then? How foul was the air, when his people were living there? Now today, historical amnesia has set in, as he boast about the color of his alabaster skin He has a downright wicked cavalier attitude ... for people of color, he don’t much care Haughty venom spitting on Africa like that, but they once lived there His people took everything of value that was there, anything of worth got sea fared The vestiges of colonialism is the foul odor which he now smells that still lingers long in the African night air His people sat on that colonialism outhouse chair, taking a squat there for a real long time But when they lived there, the smell didn’t bother them one bit That stinky dung of oppression got piled up sky high in a heaping pit Now I’m just waiting on the methane fumes of judgment to get lit

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 1/12/2018 4:51:00 PM
WoW! Freddie, You came with the truth( hate and injustice)again. I feel like I'm in a history class and you are teacher. Thanks professor Robinson. I never get tired of reading you . But If can be honest sometimes it's hard to read the " truth" I embrace your pen.Write on my talented friend:-) Alexis
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Date: 1/12/2018 11:48:00 AM
- A powerful and true story of injustice, Freddie - Show them the respect they deserve - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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