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Our Ancestors…


Our Ancestors came to a New World in shackles.
Scars were lashed on their bodies.
Blood dripped from their eyes.
Urine and fesces remained on their backs.


Mothers murdered their babies.
Fathers committed suicide.
Brothers fought for freedom.
Sisters cried out in pain.


The slave catcher hunted for lost minds.
The slaveholder committed crimes of immortality.
The slave trader auctioned innocent souls.
The master demoralized our heritage.


Our Ancestors came to a New World in shackles.
Scars were lashed on their bodies.
Blood dripped from their eyes.
But their audacious and glorious spirits never died,
they only multiplied.

Written by Nicole Little

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