Sing joy unto our Blackness

For the ancestors; for their sacrifice.

Singing a Joy unto our Blackness

Black History Month

After all the hustle
You choose to recognize me in a month
After building you up
With my blood as my water
My nudity laid bare for the world to stare
You choose to applaud me in a month
After suckling on your children
And rivers of blood running all over me
Raping my mother for her children to stare
You choose to acknowledge me in a month
The impudence and arrogance
Forget not the hand that fed you
Bible held high in your left
Blunt knife held low in your right
So when I looked to Him
You stabbed me in deep in my belly
You only wounded me for a second
Yet do I still ask
You talk about me in a month?
What you never took and can never have
My soul; my Identity; my story
All the seas and sands
All the synthetic and organic
Will never wash away your iniquities
I will be celebrated all year round
All year round my story will be told
All year round!

©kwasintemmensah 2019

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