Poetic Justice

From a Slave to the White House

Before five score years,

When the Mississippi flowed with blood and tears-

Blood from the heels of the Negro who worked in the fields

Tears from the Negro mother who saw her child be sold when she first came here-

Here in the land where you take a man, beat him and mistreat him

Make him build the land of liberty but grant him not the chance to live in the freedom

Give him his body but confiscate his mind

They figured since his skin was dark, so should his inside

Then shed a little light on him with the 13th amendment

His flesh his now free but his soul still hangs like a pendant............