When I look on a fellow blackman
And imagine him tilling
On a land faraway
Naked
For no pay
The scars awaken

We battle tears
When we open history books
To see black bodies being transported across seas of pages
Their bells chiming sad songs as they walk
From one continent to the next
From glory to disdain
We put ourselves in their skins
Because we share the same tone
And our tears now
Have formed another Atlantic
Hoping our pride can use it to cross back to us

But what to do now?
We cannot forget
Unless we change the color of our skins

African chiefs
Will you fall for the same traps as your forefathers?
The wealth didn’t remain with us
But the tears never seem to end
Lest you forget