Deprived by our own ingenuity
As a slaved named Tele I asked:
"How did the white man come to rule me?"
"I'm sure the light man had a plan but we pa, we bright man and here first
Ma said we knowledge come from above the stars.
So why is it its our skin that carry scars, from beatens that these monsters have traveled from the easterns to deliver?"
"Paw answer me."
Engraved in our kind are the tears and blood that enslaved our skin
But along with that carries the resilience and willingness that freed our kin
This is where my generation begin.
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