Struggling to survive in the bowels
of your slave ships for an unknown journey,
not of our will, but torn between self-imposed
annihilation or acquiescence,
Still, we fight!
Forced into a world of pure
degradation at every possible level,
only for you to profit off of our
labor and lacerated backs,
Still, we fight!
Segregated and subjected to lynchings,
cross burnings, and unequal and unbearable
treatment of the worst imaginable scenarios
of existence, in the world’s most prosperous country,
Still, we fight!
Begging and pleading for civil rights,
equality, and ability for self
sustainability, but barred due to your
fear of our probable achievement,
Still, we fight!
Severely impacted from the years
of unadulterated stress, brought on by
having to endure systems and structures put
in place to guarantee a cemented secondary status,
Still, we fight!
Broken promises, redundant pacifications,
and continued dashed hopes of resurgence,
leaving undulating mixed feelings,
Still, we fight!
Waiting patiently for the unprecedented
to occur, and finally feeling that the love will
no longer be unrequited, but until that day,
Still, we fight!
Reflective Thoughts 