Hey Readers! I will be updating later this week because i've been so swamped with homework and classwork, Etc... But for my english class it was required that we write a poem for our final grade and I was wondering if you guys would check it out and give me your opinions on it :D Thanks so much in advance!
Hope you enjoy! And Please I request that everyone that reads this tell me what they think and again, I will be updating later this week :D
Racism
In 1619, the first slaves touched US soil
Slave ships carrying countless numbers
of Men, Women, and Children of African descent
Black skin, tainting them unfit to be 'Human'
Instead, they were animals! Property!
Beaten with whips, paddles, and lashes
Forced to conform and transform
into obedient forms
and work until they could no longer lift sore limbs to
pick cotton or cut sugar cane
My 96 year old grandmother
Once told me a story
About how slave owners claimed to hate blacks
But as soon as night came
The white men would rape the black women
Their stomachs grew large
And they gave birth to a child
If the child was white, then he was taken from his mother
If the child was black, he would remain to grow as a slave
As time went by
Slavery was abolished
But on came a new problem
Civil rights...
After the long, hard struggle of slavery
Blacks were continually treated unequally
Forced to drink from "colored" water fountains
sit in the back of the bus
and attend "colored" schools
But unlike slaves,
In the 60s
Blacks weren't afraid to rebel
People like Rosa Parks
Who refused to move from the front of the bus
Martin Luther king
Who Made a heart-wrenching speech about equality
Malcolm x, The Black Panther Party, and Joseph Lowery
Too many activists to list
Made an impact on the Civil rights movement
After the assassination of Martin Luther King
Equality began to spread like wildfire
My ancestors suffered through slavery
being forced from African soil to conform to white supremacy
Fighting...Rebelling, until freedom and equality were opportune
Now here I stand, as a by-product of the struggle called life
Here I stand, still being prejudiced against
One time in my church
Two old white people
refused to shake my hand because of the color of my skin
Because of my heritage and ancestry
Do you know what it feels like to have someone not want to do something
As simple as shake your hand in a church?
Do you know what it feels like to have people underestimate you
Because of the color of your skin?
Do you know what it feels like to be stereotyped
Before you even open your mouth?
And to those who think "Racism against blacks doesn't exist anymore."
Tell that to young men like Trayvon Martin and Emmett Till
Who were killed unjustly by white men
Causing families to grieve
simply for the color of their skin
Open your eyes
Because it is still here! Still living! Still Breathing! Still surviving!
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