Our Past

To me blindly believing history

has always been a mystery

I don't need his interpretation of how

I came to be

Strong, Black, and free

I've been that since my birth

As were my ancestors 

no matter who questioned 

their worth

See chains can't hold

powerful spirits & divine souls

Nor may our story be untold

Cause he can't lessen

my message

Nor can he kill 

my will

Or yours 

for our minds they soar

beyond the holocaust of being dragged to these shores

or the lies written in his books

that would have me question

my looks

and my intellect 

No! He will respect

That I cannot be defined

by those who choose 

to be unkind

or hateful

cause I am grateful

to the warrior that stood fast

and from them I accept

the task

of rejecting  history.

And will tell the truth

about our past

T.C