Benjamin Annor-Larbi
Contributor
They can hide it but can’t deny it
Our skin is gold.
Our history stolen through lies they told.
Kings and Queens deprived from our throne.
Put on ships and sailed overseas only to be sold.
Our dignity laid in the hands of a five-finger discount.
But strength lies in numbers.
Over 300 years wiping our brow in unison
Sowing, but no reap.
Over 300 years, wiping our brow in unison.
Looking to the heavens yearning to be free.
Time moves slower when you pay attention
The pain is way deeper if you pay attention.
400 hundred years later the pain is still apparent
Drowning in oppression.
Strength lies in numbers,
We started from the bottom.
Progression, progression, progressing.
Like a hot air balloon the fire within pushes us to soar.
But is it freedom we’re looking for?
Is it equality knocking at our door?
Maybe the phrase “go back to Africa” means so much more.
Maybe we could find our roots and reign once more.
