They call us monkey's
Baboons
niggers and coons
to make us feel
Unwanted
Low
Ashamed
And confused
Little did they know.. It made us
resistant
stronger
our cries became prayers
their reach became longer
their actions became a torch
we rebelled against their force
that torch became a flame
Of many different names
activist, freedom fighters
the underground rail road
martin Luther, Malcolm X
we keep the flame for those heroes
Harriet Tubman , Rosa parks, Fredrick douglas
yet and still we're struggling
It made us more wiser more persistent
our spirit didn't die by all your lynching
not affected
by those words
you once used
innocent men in jail
for a color they did not chose
motivated by your cruel system
No longer do we feel the mind state of a victim
How dare you declare us
as beneath you
you plotted and schemed
but we rose like the trees do
from our roots we grew strength
to stand tall and be noticed
we are surrounded by our sister's
known to us as ours roses
We are beautiful
a race of pride
and our existence
will never be denied


Written by Earick Bodden