Poems She Wrote

Black Chains Black Blame

(A/N) This in no way is meant to hurt or offend anyone it was a poem written by my friend and me and she really wanted to publish it so I hope you enjoy.  

I grew up with black chains and black blame.

And black men always being framed.

For a crime, they didn't commit.

But still, they were shamed.

I grew up with shackles on my feet.

And iron around my mouth not letting me speak.

I grew up with my mouth sewn closed.

And my African family was always opposed.

With a roll of thunder hear my cry.

And tears that shattered as I looked to the sky.

I look to my left and saw a little boy shot.

I looked to my right and saw a boy smoking pot.

I grew up with my safety in danger.

I wanted something different, I wanted a game changer.

Little black boys with ankle bracelets on their leg

A policeman not listening to him beg.

It's always been like this whites vs blacks.

Neither side wanting to turn back.

Always at each other's throats.

We were chained and carried on boats.

Whipped, beaten and treated inhuman.

We were shamed and killed our pride was ruined.

You filled us with disgust and your crimes were not just.

Iron chains coated with rust locked around our neck feeling robust.

A black grown woman stared at with eyes filled with lust.

Rape her they did and she lost all her trust.

A black man with pride as high as the sky.

Watched as his dreams shattered and died.

A little black boy new to this earth.

Was shackled into chains since his birth.

A little black girl was skin brown as bark.

Was left to rot in the silent dark.

A young black child knowing the feel of a whip every day.

Became numb in their brain to the feeling of pain.

Little boys like Emmett Till.

Will never wake up their bodies lie still.

You kill us and hurt us blow after blow.

It's time to take a stand we'll not let this go!