PAD Challenge Day 25: Dear Black Descendants

PAD Challenge Day 25: Write an exile poem.

Dear Black Descendants

Motherland never had

no issue with me.

I was doing just fine.

I was real noble.

I was not out of my mind.

I didn’t flee nor was I a refugee.

I was kidnapped and chained

on Isabella, then priced higher

than ivory and gold in the New World.

The Europeans claim this was my new home.

I even had a new name. A slave name.

Excuse me, I was trying to save a little

culture for you, but they exiled that too.

They even beat a new religion

in me while praising God too.

Now, I could be an English man

because I can speak and read

English like the man.

But, I still had no rights.

Come sun up and sun down,

I worked for free.

Them cotton, sugar cane, rice, and

tobacco fields were nightmares.

I only felt free in my sleep.

That’s where I could dream of Africa and my kin.

But I’m lost, because I don’t know where to begin.

I want to apologize for not running faster

so that our daughters’ seeds didn’t

have to be a descendant to a dirty old bastard.

And my deepest sympathy goes to the new gen

That shops online,

pays $69 or up to $199

to 23andMe, Family Tree DNA or Ancestry

just to determine their African bloodline.

P.S. She will always welcome you--never abuse, ban or deport you, like some countries do.

D'ElegantOne

The Legacy Museum
Montgomery, Alabama 

The Legacy Museum
Montgomery, Alabama