Do you know me? Really do you know me?

Do you know where I come from?

Have you ever listened my soulful song?

Do you know my journey? Do you know how long?

Did you know my people were 'organisly' packed?

Like boxes and crates our ancestors were 'organisly' stacked?

My dead grandmother lay face down on me, watched with sadden eyes all the way,

Heard screams from my mother,

That was brutally ravaged then left for display,

Her foul carcass taken down after being misused, scorned then thrown into

the Atlantic blue ,

Hated US! You berated US! Traded US! Sold US! Because our skin was of a different hue,

Because we are black, because we had the excess melanin.

Is it why? You raped ME? Maimed ME? Tried to tame ME?

Was it enough for you to have committed your foul sin?

Because I am black, because I have excess melanin.

My buttocks seared with the hot black iron which singed in my master's name,

My eyes cried hot tears, as my heart was imbued with shame.

I thought you were done, but oh no! I had to slave, I had to work,

I had to! I had to do it for you, produce for you, till I went back to dirt.

I had to put up with your pompous white old wives and your dutiful mistress,

Had to do your cooking, get your molasses (like my skin), do your laundry (like your skin)

And still had to do your precious dishes!

I had to put up with your snot-nosed, pink-cheeked, puffed-up infant,

While MY children worked their malnourished fingers in your fields constant,

To do what! To do what! Produce for you your lovely sugar, coffee, cocoa, cotton and your oh-so-significant indigo,

And if resistance aroused, just suppose, I thought no. If I opposed, I stood the chance of being robbed of my not-so-significant toes!

Two hundred years, I mean two long centuries have gone by,

But my hate and sorrow never diminished, but my puffed eyes have no cry.

I am though as insignificant when compared to your pinkish, pale white skin,

But I am not! Because I possess the wonderful, awesome and splendid melanin,

The melanin deep rooted in my skin which make me superior, beautiful and black,

The same melanin that made me realise in slavery and right now my power and intelligence so I stand to your measly and futile attack!