Patsey Letter From Enslaved Black Woman

(INSPIRED BY 12YEARS A SLAVE) LUPITA!!! LUPITA!!! LUPITA!!!! Has become the new beat! Red carpet to the streets of London her name you scream! Shows still rattles on on her about her Elle Drum Tabloids... Everyone want a piece of her. The new flavor of the old school! Centuries later after decades of bondage slavery and persecution Patsey is Midas. who would have thought?! Is it celebration or admission of guilt? Awe or shame? Complements or commemoration? Contemplation and realization of the injustice,pain and inhumane subjected on the black woman? The body you tortured with lashes and slashes you compete to have your fine gowns hang on it. You loathed that skin now you customize products for the mahogany beauty! The voice you tamed with hurls and slur you lust after its speech. Patsey is now A talk show! No longer an infidel,Kaffir... Patsey has become a household name an icon a tittle to behold. Good enough for your surname. "Marry me" you quest. "Lets make babies that will need no tan..." you seek the fruit of the same womb you ruptured with every manner of insertion. Perhaps they will right your past Kids that will need no pass or identity. The heart you scared with scorn and hatred is the same as the one loving you. Her 'weird' culture and traditions inspires your cold ways. Her God now you call upon Him. That whom you segregated with contempt now you eulogize and adore. Patsey is no longer "THEM" you realized they are no different from "US". worth the same opportunities as you same capabilities as yours similar blood to that on your veins... LUPITA! LUPITA!! LUPITA!!! And so the song goes on. Is it glory or venture for your redemption? A con? Another political racial game?