Dark Skin People.

Up from the depths of slavery From laboring affliction to liberty Whipped blemished and cast aside Cursed be their dark skin hides Feelings and ability we did not own Nothing to us creative belonged Courtesy and respect, shown to who? Dark skin people? If any few. Let them exercise their backs Load the down until they crack When they die well buy some more Dark skin people. Chain in a store Make them fall upon their knees. whimpering, begging, and saying please. Ignorant, helpless, and our scape-goat. Dark skin people? Keep at their throats. Hate! HAte! Is the weapon they chose. Work! Work! Is the one we used. Endurance and patience was on our side. Dark skin people, we have our pride. About initiative, we proved them wrong. Our abilities and progress are going strong Opportunity is our to advance Dark skin people? Take this chance. Let our descendants proudly say. The folks before us cleared the way Let all men with honor gaze Dark skin people, we’ve earned the praise This poem was written by my grandfather who passed away and I wanted the word to hear what he felt and experienced.