By: Cedric McClester

Brother just because
You’re willing and able
To accept the crumbs
From your master’s table
Doesn’t mean that
Your position’s stable
Or that you won’t receive
An Uncle Tom’s label

Sistah because you reside
In the master’s house
Don’t confuse yourself
With his spouse
Although he may give you
Her very used blouse
You’re still poorer
Than the average church mouse

Don’t look down at us
Still in the fields
Because we don’t get
The same kind of meals
If you have no idea
Just how it feels
Be careful of what
Your attitude reveals

Some of you don’t mind
That you’re being used
And Some of you, simply put
Are just confused
And some of you are Toms
Just as you’re accused
And some of you are
Damaged goods who got bruised






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