Scholars
Why is my identity a secret
What language did my fore fathers speak
Before the time of Babylon
Who was I
I believe I was classified a slave
Scholars of this earth you rob me
Denied me of my birth
Truth concealed lies told
Sold to the highest bidder
Just to fill your pockets with gold
Scholars I ask
Why is my identity still top secret
These lies seem to have worth
Four hundred years of slavery
Truth erased images,artifacts hidden and buried
Scholars of this earth
Why not let the truth be told
Who am I
They say, I am a *****
I am not the son or daughter of Ham
I think thats great
I am an Israelite
A true *****.
Copyright © Patricia . Garcia Howard Bramble | Year Posted 2016
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