Still trying to survive through our times <br />Despite setbacks I am destined to shine <br />Through dark tunnels, my race still mumbles <br />I’m still gasping for air, tried to escape our troubles <br /> <br />Still our race is considered lost, never got up when we tumbled <br />Willie Lynch bestowed a curse to separate our people <br />It worked and ever since birth I was hoping we would bleed through <br />Lies that we are man-beast and not competent were foul and deceitful <br /> <br />Lynching must have came from his name! I voice my anger when I pray…sadly <br />But my faith shall never fade; we must regain our lost names…gladly <br />Badly wounded we are from victories and lost feuds <br />Whipped, hanged, justice has had it share of bruises <br /> <br />In fact see, once was blind, to think that races have a food chain <br />Not realizing in slavery chains were gray, felt worse than bullet spray <br />Rather die fighting than live like a slave <br />A mindset and a philosophy they made, I can’t blame <br /> <br />Loss ones died without a name, I don’t have solution to the pain <br />Only thing to do is pray to a broken sky that this will finally change<br /><br />Leland Wright<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-lynch-ii/
