My history is whipped and scarred thru my ancestors flesh. Reminding me of their endless journey walking thru the cotton fields without rest. I inherited dark burnt skin blazed and abused by the sun. My legs are sore and tired from the barking dogs they had to run from. I was given fat lips used to sing slave songs as they marched. If freedom quenches your thirst then my spirit is parched. Though they listened to negative voices continuously heard. Gave me a spirit struggling free to fly and elevate high like the birds. For they handed me down ears that they heard offensive and degrading insults. Produced a race with African features, which they made no faults. My wrist feels the same chains they placed on my family Though not your idea of beauty this is what I'm proud to be. Though I was confused before … now I am forever endowed. My descendants gave me Afro kinky curls surrounding my head as my crown. That makes me the ultimate beauty queen A masterpiece of perfection and Africa is the theme. Copyright 2001 Property of Kiana LubinBirth sign: Aries
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