For this…

Ancestor you survived for this

You birthed kingdoms, traded in gold

You crossed seas in chains, traded in blood

You fed white babies at your bosom, nourished with life

You marched to freedom, fist raised, riddled with bullets.

Your story restricted to 30 days a year

I know I’m still crying your tears.

Ancestor you survived for this

You danced and jived, every move stolen repackaged and monetised

Your intricate braids now feature in glossy mags, those braids that told stories and separated tribes now sold to the masses under an umbrella of lies

Ancestor you survived for this

Your hair now languishes under Brazilian strands,

Your gold and diamonds looted benefiting foreign lands

Your dreams still echo but no one is listening

You became president but your children they still killing.

Ancestor you survived for this

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