On Slavery
History is no mystery
Unless you were born
A descendant of scorned
African tradesmen and tradeswomen
Stolen from their lives
Of husband wives
Children and wise old ones
Whose brown skin kissed by sun
We lived with the lies
In the shadow of cries
To get over it let it die
The nerve of you guys
No one says get over the Holocaust
For us sympathy and empathy is lost
Still we will live with forever chained
To ancestors genetically despite vain
Attempt to erase their worth
Denounce their struggle
To even pray their own way
For you drug them to church
To read bibles that glorified you
Tribalism prohibited and refused
To Allah God you must explain your “truth”
Copyright © Karen Jones | Year Posted 2025
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