Cotton Field

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This is a poem I wrote a few years ago based on the historic Little Rock high school incident where black students were threaten and almost attacked for simply wanting to learn with their fellow
white peers. This is an issue that was very prevalent and still exist in today's society, yes in less extreme instances, however there are still racially driven issues facing people everywhere in
America and all over the world. This poem is just a slight touch on the bigger issue.

Submitted: September 06, 2018

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Cotton Field

I just want to learn...You would think I've earned that much. At one time I couldn't touch a book Without my whole body being shook out my mind, only to find it confined to a cotton field...

I just want to build... The foundation may be filled With my brother's and sister's tears; for years we were beaten down. Ancestral roots stomped out like embers on a cigarette butt. But. at least we can build from the ground...

I just want to be proud... For too long prideful people had to walk, bound, with no choice but to look down. The weight of the race's missing crown may be too much to bear, So we stare at our battered feet. Chained and weakened Shackles rusted with distrust for our corrupt leaders. Wondering if we'll ever see victory. Based on the world's history you'd never think the proud African would be beaten until he believes He's weak...

I just want to have peace... Can't help but to hear the screams. The demons of past indignities. Won't leave it be, etched in the deepest parts of me. I don't blame you but I blame the mindset that kept me as property. Now we're properly placed to stay in poverty. The new form of legal slavery...

I just want to be free... Don't chastise me for only wanting a taste of what's been privileged to you generations Before my origin was recognized as more than 3/5th of a person. Not angry, just hurting. For years we've been working to show, yes, we are human too! We want the same things you do. Pigmentation shouldn't be an issue in this United nation. Can we please blend and let that be the end? We're not your enemy, why can't you see us as friends? Desegregation was meant to show that we can mend; can you lend me a hand? So one day, the dream of a nation where a man is not judged by the color of his skin, but by the contents of his character Is much more than a broken people's yearning...

I just want to learn... You would think I've earned that much. At one point I couldn't touch a book without my whole body being shook out my mind Only to find it confined to a Cotton Field...


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