The Sharing of Crop
They said we would be rid of our chains
But, they've only grown tighter
They said that welts would heal and fade
But, all I feel is the tenderness of new wounds
We’re always looking up at the stars
Cause our feet never seem to touch the ground
We HANG above the rest!
But not in a way you would expect?
So, this is the sharing of the crop?
They issued us free, right?
But I don’t feel it
That emancipation proclamation of devastation
Of disappointment
The ink is distorted by the tears of decomposed slaves
Waiting to be seen and heard
They laugh at our pain
What pleasure is there to be gained??
You call yourself “sharing?”
Only taking away more from us
Say that we just have "a little more" debt to work off
As the hours turn to days
Days turn to weeks
Weeks turn to years
At the command of God
They lock us behind bars
Whip us with our sins and hatred
Discipline us with our disobedience
The captivity of our sins is too much to bare
I want to die!
I can no longer handle being alive
The muscle falls from the bones
As I become apart of the Earth
Along with the sins of my ancestors
Copyright © Christian Hardy | Year Posted 2023
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