Born into the continent of riches,
Yet scorned at and thrown into ditches.
Yes, I was bought and sold,
Nothing more than a slave.
My wage was their rage,
My family was long ago clave.
I see not their faces,
Nor have I their whereabouts.
These kins of mine,
Must be hushing their share of whine.
I washed myself,
Yet it didn’t wash my color.
This was my fate,
Went in vain all my hollers.
They perfected meticulous barbarity,
Lashing our flesh open at every opportunity.
We’re used and thrown,
Like toys outworn.
For neither they contained hearts,
Nor a luck like us lowborns.
Someday the sun will rise to our might,
Someday they’ll taste our fright.
We’ll abduct their throne,
Not wait for another mourn.
Then there’ll be a day,
No one will grieve or sigh,
And that day we’ll not toddle, we will fly!