bLACK

I’m black, I’m hurt, I’m scared not burnt
I wake each day,
You look away,
Come look at me,
My skin, you see,
Your scared, me too
Not me, but you
Who looked away
And kept me slave
“Your free” you said,
“Except that bed
That door, that floor” ,
“No blacks?” I asked
“Your free, can’t see?
Your land I took
I tore the books
I took your name
Now help me pray.
O God above, send me your love
They’re free today.
Your free, go play
..matter of fact
I take that back”