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The Proud Seed Of An African Born Slave

Posted October 21st, 2009 by Reginald Levi Walker


For too long I've stood shackled by the confinement of shame.
The shame of knowing I'm the seed of a African born slave.
The false mentality, that in America, I'll never truly live free.
The untrue belief, that I'll be a slave until I go to my grave.

For years, by the American society, it's beat and bred inside of me.
I was never meant to be apart of the great American delusion.
I've been judged to be just the seed of an African born slave.
A slave brought from Africa as a pawn of the American institution.

Forced to live in blighted areas, I've lived the worst of lives.
I ran for my life just to pass through the White neighborhood.
Then as the darkness of the shadows covered the street,
I'm forced to survive and live in ways that no one ever should.

Yet centuries later, here at last, I still stand; proud, tall and strong.
Though continuously pushed around, I've refused to be knocked down.
I'm a black man striving hard to survive and fighting to stay alive.
The proud seed of an African born slave and I'll stand my ground.

America, here I am; take a good sincere look at me.
I'm a strong, proud African-American trying to stay alive.
I'm determined to secede where I once was out of place.
I'm an outspoken African-American striving hard to survive.

Toward me the world often has been cold and brutal.
People of society are constantly trying to keep me down.
Yet, here I still stand; I'm tall, proud and very strong.
I'm an African-American, the seed of a slave; I'll stand my ground.

The attitudes of economic differences that exist today are a revisit of the racial discrimination from years ago. This is why I thank God everyday that it was not I that had to endure the unjust act of someone kidnapping me from my home, forcing me to come to an third world country, working until just about dead to develop it into an overdeveloped country, then being cast aside into the darkness of the night to be hunted down like a big game just because my skin is dark. No one should be forced to be another person's slave.

Therefore, I thank God for the opportunity to voluntarily work for .005 percent of 1 percent of the realized profits from my efforts. I thank God for having to pay for something, like water, gas, and air, although He gave it to us for free. Yes, I thank God everyday that I am privileged to live in a country where anyone that is not rich is actually a slave.

AMERICA, that which you sow that also shall you reap. Watch out what you do to other just might come back and be done to you. I wonder how we will react when we finally wake up and take the blinders off and realize that we are just slaves on the United Plantations of America.

Everything that we have we actually do not own it. The bank, finance company or someone else owns it, we are just making payments. For every dollar we produce, we receive only .005 percent of 1 percent of the profits. Nevertheless, the boss or owner of the company receives massive bonus and compensation.

If we do not pay our taxes or do something the system disagrees with we are bound in chains, beaten and the little that we do have is taken away. This sounds like the life of slaves to me. Tell me what do you think?