I hear the cries from the graves of slaves
Calling out to my destiny, guiding me through the maze
The drumbeat of my heritage calls out to my spirit
Though faint and dismal my heart can hear it
You are my strength and what I dreamed of
When they lashed my body and compelled my blood
When they harassed and stalked us-even made us a mockery
We closed our eyes and visualized you so we continued through the debauchery
A glimmer of our imagination thwarted us into the future
To see you free from physical oppression and void of users
We struggled through to create you!
Do not be fooled by the labels
Unearthed by the fables
That we were feeble beings
Do not be choked by the subconscious noose
Removed by the klans bearing false truths
You are the descendant of the very brave
NOT anemic slaves!
You can do more than fight one another
Succeed at gathering foolish clutter
Living life dependent on a mindset festering from the gutter
You were our hope!
The beauty that arose from a past of ashes
The phoenix that survived the thrashes
The colorful rainbow that inspired us in masses
You are what happens to a people that refuse to be trampled!
Resisted the urge to be mantled
Contorted the notion that we could be strangled
Combated the relentless scrutiny that left us scrambled
YOU ARE OUR HOPE AND DREAM!
Go on O offspring and make our survival count
Go on descendants and break barriers
Go on our dear ones become presidents, rulers, entrepreneurs, inventors, philanthropists, billionaire’s and people of great influence!