As I step out of my suburban wonder land, I see that I am confined.
Shielded from the devastating truths and capabilities of mankind.
Why has humanity all sorrowful traits;
Cruelty, arbitrary and disturbingly combined.
Whipped to the bone and struck to the heart;
The melanin in his skin determined his start.
Fragile and frail, he had become,
From the riches had he been brought to none.
Shipped away from the child he loved;
And the beautiful wife he was coerced to leave behind.
Chained to those memories he now had to forget,
Weeping in his lonesome,
As was gone his blessed past, embedded in the back of his head.
To a master he now answered, obeyed all he was told
Considered a swollen back, and a body trodden to contour.
Lay amongst men and women, warmth found within each other,
Therein he resided in a quarter so cold.
Songs he sung, while cotton he plucked
A sane mind he had recovered with those he discovered.
Frustrations released with tunes that healed,
A hand engorged and arms so sore.
He worked all day whilst living in a daydream of;
Him a free man and him a free soul.
Cared for those with sensitive minds and bodies.
He tended to her health, as a sister she had become
Ravished by the master, withering with fatigue;
Took her in his arms and laid her to sleep, as he knew,
The worst of days were yet to come.
Seasons passed, forcibly he danced.
Held by the ear and teased by the Mistress,
Each time them he unpleased,
A misery would come over and such he wished to cease to exist.
A man, white and blonde, arrived at the plantation
Respect he was given and wage he earned.
They had a conversation about their disgraceful nation;
Surprising sympathy and desperate compathy,
Unraveled an intense desire for him to at last be free.
A map made of where he had stayed,
A risky journey of the blonde to Missouri
With proof that the one suffering was a free man and shan’t be a slave.
While worked he, with overwhelming qualm.
Then came a carriage with the legislature to prove his freedom,
Running to the man who held the papers,
His eyes saw a bridge from the nasty oceans to the serene seas
And alas he was free.
The Master yelled in agony
How dare someone take his property
He was his master’s and such he exclaimed with profound misery.
But off he was clenching to his freedom
Still, remained a spot of fear in his eyes as he looked at the master for one last time.
He burst into tears, felt again his emotions
His child now married and still the beautiful wife by his side.
He stopped for a second and looked into the mirror,
Admired what he saw and decided to continue to fight on.
Protested and stood up against those sinners,
Hate and Passion rose with his will
Determination and perseverance that he gave in
Bloomed fruits of effort.
Years were passing yet he was still shouting at the top of his voice;
Much effort and pain endured
Abolished was the slavery that captured.
His bravery did not compress,
His soul stood with detest,
United with many and thus came his strength.
Therein they abolished the slavery
That captured countless and killed even more.
Now,
Reduced is an inequality
Reduced is cruelty
Reduced is a portion of relentless arbitrary nature
Reduced is disturbance.
Reduced is pain.
Black lives matter, today, tomorrow and every day.
All lives cannot matter until black lives matter.
Thank you.
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