A peculiar similarity between you and me:
my “gran-gran†was born a slave being;
yours, seemingly somewhat free.
But now the light, we have seen.
Strange fruits of the same human tree
are you and me. We
searching the blood soaked rooted key
to the door to set us free.
Reciprocity can be like a raging ;
But I refuse to be as a wretched witch.
Know that I’ll never again allow you to be made shamed;
They raped your ancestors! Why should you be blamed?
Banana hued—high yellow shade you may be;
but in the end you too, are just as black as me.