torn from riches,
gold crowns and thrones,
to be fed whips and chains,
shackles and lead,
emperors, turned to slaves
forced to use their
hands for labour,
while black queens
were stripped of purity,
raped and spat on,
treated like dirt,
but regardless,
they manage to protect
their wealth,
in wisdom and melanin,
and to remain cemented
in unity to this day.
so as i am forced to
write this piece,
i wear the scars of my ancestors proudly,
and with my final breath,
i ask faintly,
" ah do good massa?"
- k y r v t
