Identity

she claims to have sired me but for me I never desired she found me native yet still creative she called me black as my land but still held my hand her ways were white I wondered if she had the light my fertile lands were taken I was left barren she also had a gun that made all of us run our mouths were shut only torture we could attract my values my language my food my lifestyle so sad to have lost I even lost touch with my Higher Man because her God, I was forced to call I had to shave my afro trademark to appear in her records uncivilised civilian she calls me! my history is burning and my blood is crying. I want to be who I am and what I am