Black Friday,
the life of
stolen essence.
Indeed it makes
me sad every
November of
every year when
they celebrate
their conquest
and supremacy,
******* Africans in the
mud and spit on our
beautiful ebony face,
yet we joined
them in celebrating it.
Have we ever
told our children
to understand
this story filled
with the sad history
of our ancestors
captured and taken to
shores unexpectedly,
forced and unwilling,
in chains and in pains.
Humiliated and abused,
dehumanize and molested,
hungry and dehydrated
through this unnecessary
harrowing nightmare of
their journey to this
unknown cold world
where even the weather
was unkind to them.
Their suffering was
unnecessary.
Death awaits on that ship
and on the ocean
and in that creepy place
unknown to them.
So many unfortunate
ones died in the
hands of their captors
and others died
because of illness and
others sold and resold.
Unspeakable atrocities
follow them everywhere.
Oral traditions is our weapon,
have we not all jettison such.
Do we read history,  
do we know enough
as to be able
to repeat to our kids.
Is the black
Friday not cursed.
They rejoiced and
pride themselves
over making much
merchandise over us
with no regrets.
They enriched
themselves over
our sweat and left us
impoverished in chains.
Who can beat into
us some right
senses to think.
We are not and
no longer in chains
but our minds are
still enslaved.
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