Stop telling me to smile

Or wear a smile upside down


We did not pick cotton together
,

howHow dare you speak as if you know my pain .

The cracks in my feet
, my bruised back, bleed scars of history

Though those scars are no longer visible


I suffered


I bled

I was dehumanized


But we are stronger


Bow down
, no we shall not

Don't tell me there's something wrong with being pro black


Perhaps you are too oblivious to accept the facts


Why do you hate me so much
?

Or do you fear me
?

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