Poetry: Modern Day Slavery/ A Seat at the Table


How much longer, How much longer will it be until we get the Freedom we have asked for and deserve?

we suffer and wait, while YOU, YOU watch in ALL of YOUR Splendor and Glory.

YOU, YOU are like spectators at a baseball game, watching from the sidelines.

Pretending to care, but still going home to your families in peace.

Sitting at the dinner table while we; we scratch, we climb, fall and get back up, trying to reach the top all the while still fearing for our lives.

Making it in this world seems like the bare minimum for us. we just want to have a family and see them live without being shot at, killed, discriminated against, and treated unfairly because of the color of their skin.

we, we want to make it in this world, be somebody.

Maybe a lawyer, a leader, somebody’s son, a father, a brother, a mother or sister, but YOU, YOU will not allow that.

Why is it that YOU can have these things? But we cannot.

we want to live at peace, have a home, go into a job where we are not discriminated against because of our hair, how we look, how we dress, our features, how we speak, the amount of money we have, where we come from. DOES any of this truly matter? Or are YOU just jealous?

Are YOU jealous of our strength, confidence, perseverance, looks, melanin and all else we have been naturally given. YOU envy so YOU kill and destroy.

we mind our business, while YOU mind ours. YOU copy and steal and perpetrate.

HERE’S SOME TRUTH FOR you though. EVEN IN OUR DEATH, WE ARE STILL AWAKE. STILL FIGHTING, STILL WINNING, WHILE you, you STILL ENVY AND KILL. THOUGH WE ARE TIRED AND FED UP, WE KNOW WHERE OUR HOPE LIES. GOD WILL AVENGE, AND you. you will have to deal with that.


-A TIRED OF BEING SILENT, BLACK WOMAN, NOELANI

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