I am poetically made -
I was born a slave,
Not on the cane fields
I'm only 19
but the slavery I'm in makes me wish I was on the cane fields,
They trap my mind
and force feed me lies,
They want to have me caged up,
Starve, go mad, go blind
My black nativity is a crime,
Its a crime to walk after dark
They hunt for you like hungry sharks
But like Tony Stark I'm only trying to make a difference
but I'm no Iron Man, I don't have all those defenses.
They invade my home
And broke down my fences
My mom cries as they beat me in my head
Trying to beat out my senses,
but a revolution is coming,
Just wait and see what happens
when every brother and sister starts to embrace his black nativity.
