Product of Greatness
So here I am standing face to face with myself
Staring deeply though the windows of my inner man
Wondering, who am I? And how did I get here?
I know some how, some years ago
My parents got together and conceived me
But I'm searching deeper than that
I'm looking at the people who've paved the way
For my momma, my daddy and me
People who've grind ed hard everyday
Paying their debts to society
With their blood, sweat, and tears
I'm not talking about a temporary struggle
Or something that went down for a little while
I'm talking about a struggle that became a life style
Kings and Queens who've been used for me
Abused for me, who've watched their love ones
Sold, and even killed for me
WOW....
Reminiscing on the love we shared as brothers and sisters
Hiding in bushes hoping the master's dog will miss us
Praying to the Lord to please set us free
From all of this pain and misery
Still face to face with myself
I'm reminded of the mystery
That history is afraid to unfold
I'm a part of the realest story never told
Creeping though the underground rail road with mother Harriett
Which was a heavy cross, but someone had to carry it
I'm tired as hell like Rosa Parks
Standing strong like Dr. King when I heard dogs bark
Because I very well understand that....
I was born into a world where thing are very scary
Fighting to survive like Bro. Malcolm. By any means necessary
We've overcome the pressures of our past
FREE AT LAST! FREE AT LAST!
THANK GOD ALMIGHTY WE ARE FREE AT LAST!
Now, knowing where I've come from sometime makes me pissed
But if you're still wondering who I am I'll tell you that I am the product of Greatness
Copyright © Nsideout Davis | Year Posted 2020
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