I hear the child ask me who she be and where she come from Child, my pekin,’ close your eyes and I will take you… See your hands, your fingers even, with the rings of mama on each See your feet, with diamond inlets in leather slippers crafted by your daddy’s courts See your hair,
My People chose weakness and greed Over unity and generosity, Dark, sun-kissed kings gifted human lives for umbrellas and trinkets, Thereby nurturing the weeds of sexism over equality, Prophesying thorns of self-hate over black love. My People chose fear and weapons Over bravery and babies, They preferred ignorance over knowledge, God’s wrath over His