Repurchase Your Deed
The bowel movement of Ms Liberty
is Black His-story month.
We're force fed information from tissue
that she wiped from back to front.
If you cringed, know that I did too...
But knowing that my great, great, great,
Great grandmother was traded for an ass,
birthed a rebel with a cause.
I'm engraving your name upon this axe
that I'm using to sever the chains attached
to your name.
There will be no more date rape from a Master
who loves you with a love less equivalent to an ass.
I want you to know that our stock has risen and
split. Martin Luther the dreamer became prophet
when Obama inaugurated on the steps built by
your fellow slave comrades.
That's receiving retroactive pay,
bills of total vindication, giving change back
in mockery minted coins.
They could not have foreseen as slaves
that they were constructing the pedestal for a
promised land, because their situation wasn't
looking so promising. But in 2008 granny
the Lord split the sea again. We are not
second class citizens either, thanks to genetics,
we annihilate anything that you mix us with...
The proof is in our last names!
I want you to strut in the afterlife
with your head held high. The blood you have shed,
it inked my pen to redeem your value.
Your grandson came to repurchase your deed!
You are a lady and you are freed from being sold
by an animal for an animal.
Copyright © Keith Linton | Year Posted 2022
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