I am not privileged to be white.
Nor can I claim my own heritage
since I was stolen by the privileged
and forced into a life of bondage.
There is no escape for me
though I struggle to be free.
My only release from slavery
is a grave so cold and lonely.
How would I have lived my life
had I not been a slave?
I’ll take with me that question
down into my lonely grave.
The plantations of the privileged
are awash in my blood and tears,
I can feel the lash of the whip
and smell the stench of the overseers.
They’ll break me any day now,
it’s just a matter of time
before I won’t know my name
“Oh Lawd, what is my crime?
My children, as well, are slaves;
each and every one.
They have nowhere to go.
There is no place to run.
These privileged landed whites
Call us ‘nigger’ while raping us too.
But if to them we are not human
why would they rape what’s in their zoo?
Shelby I. Courtland
©2016 Shelby I. Courtland