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How much did your genius weigh in those times?
Was it by the pound?
Your brain must have been such a hot commodity
Someone took your soul from you
Your essence, the embodiment of what makes you,
You
They stole the legacy that you built with your stained & strained hands
You erected treasures that the ordinary man could not understand with the naked eye
Only because you constructed technology that can never be credited to a melanated man
Even in your distinguished demeanor
You were still just a Ni**er
Your innocence was stolen
In the form of castration
Mutilation
In the highest form
The window to your soul were seen through the eyes of your work
And yet,
We barely hear your name
The alchemist
A genius
Born in a time where men who looked like you hanged from trees for being educated
Never reaching their full potential
But you were a silent, quiet, soft spoken storm
In a tiny frame
That brain weighed as much as gold
Master of inventors
Your legacy
Like so many others
Stolen
Reduced to only peanuts
And plants
And while you whispered to them to make them thrive
And created things that were beyond your peers wildest imaginations
You were more than just that
And like so many before you, your legacy has been
Stolen
And reduced to a minuscule version of the things that your marvelous brain could create
To them,
You were fascinating
The lowliest of a lower class of people
With a knowledge that could change the face of technology forever
And yet,
We only hear of peanuts
Your voice,
Shallow and soft
Shaky
What pain that you hid!
The solace that you found was in learning, and creating
Breathtakingly beautiful works of art
And how I wished that I knew more of you
The Alchemist: A letter to George Washington Carver
