It's my history too

It all started with a thumping of the drums around the fire with dancing from an extinct tribe

Singing their songs of home and fun they share

They danced into the night looking at all the constellations in the sky, all of which they have names and history to go with them.

All the beautiful colors and threading of each outfit they had worn so proudly that took time to make

With each Stitch made with so much more love than we could ever imagine

The customs so long forgotten because they are no longer with us

As they went to bed that night they didn't realize that this would be the last time they were ever with each other, surrounded by music and smiles

As the sun had barely broken through the mountains tops and giraffes were not walking across the barren fields

A man with pale skin had awoken them with the yells of orders to a huge group he had brought with him

They collected each and every one

Putting them on their ships in chains

Making them abandon what they knew as home

Going across oceans to foreign places with foreign customs and foreign mouths

In such harsh conditions below deck that you wouldn't even wish on your worst enemy

With your large family that you danced with the night before now Ill

They fell ill from the smell of feces and urine that have been collected on the floor

The cries inside about songs of home echoed through the underlayer of the ship

Never fed for travels made their bodies weak seeing everyone start to decay in front of you

The ones that couldn't take it any longer would get off the ship

Jumping into the ocean to an unmarked grave just so they wouldn't have to give up their freedom

Forced to do what their captors weren't capable of doing for themselves being too lazy to plant their own fields and pick their own crops

Beating the people that make up my history to a pulp

Calling them slave calling them a word that would make a whole room go quiet now

Only because of the history that's behind it

Because of the trigger that it sends off

Making us remember just how inhumane they really were to us

How inhumane they can still be

Stripping them of any human needs, of any human feelings

Because in the end, they were all just a price they were all just an item to be sold

They were all just mouths to be silenced

Hundreds of years of History that we are apart of

Going into your Wars because they weren’t happy enough with the land that they previously took

Going just to prove that we were just as good as you not getting the same attention needed, not Getting the same equipment and or clothes, food or shelter

Because they couldn’t see us as an equal

Yes it is true that I look nothing like my ancient tribesmen

But people need to be taught that ni***r is not their word

Because it isn’t even our word