Love Thou Past

Sitting on here ye porch Reflecting on what were thee past A terrible and horrifying future was in thou forecast Thou hast laid a future in which we live Thou peers say revenge is in progress But we must see and love thou past and forgive Blood dripping from thou ancestor’s hand As thee work hard picking thou cotton from the land Knees scrapped from thee hard planked board But ye fellers still looked up in search of thou lord Cuts and bruises on thee skin As thou masters sits back with a grin Don fears the curling whip When thou master says take off them clothes boy and strip Don females terrified by their masters lip Once they art called in thou bedroom and asked to unzip Hence thee hearts and souls were bruised and weary Thou still hast to look their children in thee eyes all teary When thou weren’t punished or art work They would get out that string and begin to jerk Jerking that string back and forth thee go Thee voices of music starts to travel as the wind blow The ancestors started to sing and thee music just flow Blues hast then been created and since only grows Ye hast been upset for years to come But we must not forget where we are from Our ancestors hast made it out alive And one word we must have in us is “drive” Drive no matter how hard the road gets Drive no matter what them fellers say Ye days may be filled with darkness in more then one way But last time I checked thou sun rises each and every day Got lots to live for yes we do Thou ancestors shown us we can make it through Through thou past we gain knowledge which only grew We can no longer be called an animal that lives in the zoo Our revenge is ever so sweet Because through art intellect and skills is something that cant be beat So when thou enemy call ye out of thou name stand fast But to all ye brothers and sisters thou must love our past © Jeremy Fennell