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Our Ancestors Were Poets....

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Allow me to introduce a brief timeline

Of the history of our African ancestors during America’s lifetime

So Slavery in this country began in the 1600s

Hundreds of thousands of our ancestors forced onto slave ships

Whipped and Declared to be 3/5 of a human

Inhumane treatment

Stacked on top of one another. Mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers

Stolen property

Misused and abused. Treated improperly.

There they remained. Chained.

With no way to explain to their children why

Why they had been seemingly selected to die

Selected for an impending life of misery

This was just the start of “African American” history

Our ancestors were forced to work on plantations

In house and on Fields

Any attempt to escape would get them maimed or killed

30 lashes to the back, perhaps lynched in a tree

Welcome to the real African American History

1865 brought about the emancipation proclamation

Declaration of our freedom

Instead of slaves they called our ancestors freedmen

But still suffering the same treatment

Our ancestors were killed trying to vote

Women, men and children bombed in church

Beaten and hosed

For demanding their worth

Still lynched

Still raped

Same inequality

Same degree of hate….

In 1964 the Civil Rights Act was passed

An attempt to rectify past injustice against our ancestors

But the sentiment did not last

Still discriminated against

Still disrespected

Crosses on lawns still burned

Black Lives still not protected

Still referred to as s, monkeys and apes

Segregation still in effect, yet they called America great

Our ancestors were assassinated

Obliterated

Left our communities devastated

Still dismissed as less than and berated

Our value still negated by those who have always hated darker complexions

Another example of a genuine African American history lesson

So wouldn’t you think this lesson would bring about an understanding of the need for unity

Instead of an increase in the level of self-genocide in our own community

But no, we have turned against ourselves

Seemingly, our ancestors efforts for us to rise have failed

What do I mean you ask? Well, in 2016, over 90 percent of blacks murdered were killed by other blacks

This is a statistical fact

So what would our ancestors think?

What would they say?

Seeing the way we carry ourselves today

No respect for self or anyone else

Taking the lives of our young sisters and brothers with no hesitation

No concern for the ramifications of our actions

And while it’s not our entire population, it’s a large enough fraction to complain

And what of our ancestors?

Did they really sacrifice in vain?

Isn’t their pain still our pain?

Isn’t their goal still our goal?

To be seen as whole

To be treated as equal

But we keep killing our own people

As if we don’t have enough to worry about

Like being taken out by trigger happy cops and tiki torch carrying racists

Face it, our ancestors would be devastated

They didn’t choose captivity

Yet we purposely keep ourselves in chains

Chains of self-hate that Houdini himself could not escape

We are dying at our own hands, hands of royal origin

The KKK can go ahead and disband cause we’re doing their job for them

We need a remedy

Black people are supposed to be each other’s help but instead are our own worst enemy

And our ancestors…Our ancestors must be aching in their graves

To see the same people whose freedom they fought for live willingly as slaves

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love_supreme says:

Excellent write.

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