Why I Cried Out Loud
When I was born I cried aloud,
what would become of me I thought.
Nobody cared to know if I was proud,
from one person to another I was touched.
I didn't know my right from wrong,
with no ideas of good or bad.
People said that I was black and strong,
but that didn't matter at all.
If only they could understand,
the meaning of the words I spoke.
I hated them passing me around,
and for that reason I cried out loud.
Copyright © Emmanuel Ogufere | Year Posted 2016
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