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”