Black history

by Brittney   Feb 12, 2008


I am a African American.
I see my family beat
every day. the only thing
I can do is pray.
I hear my child call out
my name. But what can
I do? I'm just a hard working
mother with back pains.
I feel my heart trying
to be at peace but the
sound of my kids cries
makes it hard for my
heart to beat.
Self RESPECT is
not what we have
you get hit when ever you make
the white man mad.
What am I? a human
or a dog? this is all about
money and you're not the
the one doing the job.
When my hands bleed or
I cut myself I go to my master
for help and he looks at me
like a animal and says you
nig** there is no help for your
kind. Why do people keep on
putting up sings in the
end it's just going to be whites for whites.
I hope we live to see tomorrow just
pray to the holy father that when we
wake there will be freedom and
no blood or heart ach for the
new life that will follow.

By: Brittney Charles

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  • 16 years ago

    by I love you always and today

    This is an Amazing poem and I hate rasism so much with a passion !!! I always cry whenever I hear things like that !! I'm soo sorry

  • 16 years ago

    by brooklyn

    I really like this. it makes people think about who they should live there lives and not let anyone live it for them. and also i shows that beging nice to someone pays off you i hope that everything goes out for you well talk to you later i am at school bye bye

  • 16 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Hiya, Is this a histric poem or how you feel now. Being opressed on a daily basis and by your local community must be terrible. I guess feelings of isolation, frustrations and of course anger.
    Good work.

    Michael

  • 16 years ago

    by jeremy

    I like this one..

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