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I am my ancestors 


Their Struggle, their pain, 

I saw their tears 
I felt their Pain 
I felt their sorrow 
I felt their horrors 
Loud claps like thunder as the lightening bolt of Zeus 
Parted their skins like Moses who parted the Red Sea 
Louder and louder the lashed echoed as the sound waves 
Rippled and I felt it 
deep in my soul and feet 
Seas of thick blood flowed 
As the instrument of death caresses 
Their backs, eating away the flesh slowly
Painfully Like maggots on dead meat.


All they know was the cotton fields 
Sugar plantations 
Rum and the tobacco for their cigars 

Our sweat, blood and tears 
Created their empire
We got nothing In regard

Their tears flow 
Their screams was so loud 
Now I know that voices can break down the walls of Jericho. 
I looked at myself 
I looked at them 
Their  thick lips 
Their blackened skin 
We are no different 
They are my ancestors 
Trapped in my DNA code 
Are lines of pain 
500 years of horror 
But i will always remember 
we where kings and queens 
of a  great place 
Africa.



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 Romaine Davy