Proud African

I hear the chilling sound of the whip in the background...
i hear my own voice cry out,
to a feeling of pain i no longer can feel,
my trembling echoes fade away,
i feel a cold tingling liquid run down my back,
i drag my finger through it,
BLOOD.
i cannot feel anything,
not that i want to.
what have they done to me?
all becuase of my race.
i am not an animal.
i am proud of the african blood that runs through my veins...
it is who i am.
and nobody, i said NOBODY can change that!