Friday, June 4, 2010

DEEPLY ROOTED POEM:

BLACK IDENTITY
I stand tall on my beliefs and my knowing
No one can strip me of the things I’ve been learning
My background and my home land represent me
Red, black, and green are the colors breaded in me
I’m a black man not considered equal of all man kind
Only time I’m free is in my own state of mind
For 300 + years I was owned by another man
Making him and his family rich working on their land
Stripped of my past, so my identity is what I have to hold on to
So keep it pure so it lives from generations through
.................Misunderstood Soul, a collection of poems available @ http://www.drbooks.bigcartel.com

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