You seek to shame me for the color of my skin,
but I am here to tell you, it’s not that thin.
You seek to cause me to fear your hate,
but I am the master of my own fate.
You seek to profit from the fruits of my labor,
but you don’t want me to be your neighbor.
You seek to lock me up inside your cage,
to keep from paying me a decent wage.
You seek to subdue me and make me tame,
but you cannot control this eternal flame.
You seek to keep me poor and needy,
but I am not like you, cold and greedy.
You seek to kill me any way you can,
but we still live; the Black woman, child and man.
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland