No Mayflower.
We didn't came on mayflower,
We were greeted with no flowers,
Only approaching plantations,
In my mind terrible dislocating calculations,
Shackles every where,
On my mind and my body during this trip with no fare,
Clothed in the branded inferior 'second class'
Looking up to the master's superior 'first class',
No different from the oxen in the field,
Except for differences in physical build,
Yet in the cool of may,
During one of the sweltering days,
The superior master left the matrimonial bed,
Through the path only the inferior tread,
Dragging our sisters, our daughters and wives,
Oh the pain of knowing could wring to death a thousand male lives,
On the hay,
Under night time's mask,
And in the wee hours of the day,
Giving our females a sexual task,
Nine months later,
Comes proof of the folly of the matter,
Half white and half black?
It is just the color of the skin,
Claim to first class doesn't make it so,
We all have the same passions,
The same needs,
We all want to be happy,
Taking mine doesn't make yours more.
© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary
