I'M Not a Slave

Yalls don’t know’s what they’s been through. Mo hut, pain, wipes and chains. Yall’s don’t know what they’s been through. I ask you. Do you think I have hands of of slave. Then you respond yes, because their black, And all blacks are slaves. My eyes, there brown My hair, texture of wool My style, so cool My brain, because I’m not a fool My heart, it’s so smooth No, I’m not a slave! I am a child that can read and write, but I’m not a slave a child that loves and holds, I’m not a slave I’m a child that hurts with pain, Still I am not a slave I am a child the believes and receives No, I am not a slave I am a child who is here for freedom and yes, we will all be free someday.