MarciiannaLuv, That Girl About Town

Packed and shipped in tight spaces like sardines, shackled, naked, forced to use the bathroom where we stood, elbows rubbing it was worst than a fish tank. Beaten, prodded, poked, stripped of all material possessions, no clothes, shoes, food, we were separated from our families we were taken as indentured laborers forced into slavery by the “White Man.” For centuries we were treated lesser than animals, we were possessions sentenced to hard labor, used as mules to do all the heavy lifting, put to do all the arduous tasks we were so capable of doing, because of our gifts of physical strength and strong will. We were taken advantage of in every way, forced to do whatever they dictated to us . . .  All we could do was pray, hum, sing our way through the day that we may live.  Our women and children were traded, sold, beaten, abused, raped, forced to do whatever was commanded by the “Master” as he saw fit . . .

 

What gave them this right? Their privilege, fortune, power, wealth they had stolen and pillaged as they discovered new territory around the globe as much as they could get their grubby hands on.  They considered it conquered land and those who inhabited these lands were subject to being driven off of there land, being killed, all their earthly belongings stolen, burnt or destroyed as they covered their tracks so to speak.  What more could they take? They stripped us of it all, our pride, self worth, purpose for being, our loved ones who were separated and sold. Only time would tell, how our story would end, how much we were bent, it took centuries to make a dent. . . Day to day, year to year we had to fight, for our freedom and basic human rights, to live as equal to “the Whites.” We longed for the day that would come to be . . . When! oh when! would we be set free?  We tried to flee, we ran away, we paid with our lives with hopes of seeing that precious day . . .

 

It took decades to fight for equal rights, to be set free, to be seen as human beings and to see an end to slavery.  We were set aside treated as lesser beings, segregated from the Whites who saw us as inferior, defective, imperfect, runts, ignorant, uneducated . . .  We were denied the luxury to learn, gain an education, to go to school, to be taught to even read was against their rule.  We had to fight: for a seat of our choosing on a bus, to use any water fountain, public restroom or restaurant, even to be served or seated in public establishments.  Everything was black and white, nothing in between.  Having to fight and prove ourselves as equal beings . . .  For as time passed we have seen great progress and change, our ancestors took and bore the shame and made a way for us to see brighter days.  Funny with all these strides, the fight still continues today, we get gunned down in the streets in all sorts of ridiculous ways.  Without provocation or weapon we pay with our lives at the hands of those paid to protect and serve.  What a life!  No one deserves, absurd, unfounded, unjust, cruel . . .  If we can’t trust those upholding and enforcing the law, who can we trust?  The Injustice is alive and well into 2016. . .

 

The injustices we would face at the White mans cruel hand, the blood that we had shed working their lands . . .  They made their fortunes with our blood, sweat and tears . . .  This is the way it had been for us, for a countless number of years.  The time did come we were set free, but still fighting each day to make ends meet.  We fought for our lives, to be treated fair, justly and as equal in every way. . . to work and go to school alongside Whites, to earn equal wages would take even more time.  But that too eventually came to be, even women took jobs that were once forbidden as gender assigned jobs used to be.  They too fought for fair wages, being lesser on the totem pole with regards to men and women in the work place, despite the matter of racism we would face.  These injustices still continue today, no matter how far we have come over centuries and decades, we seem to regress, the scales of justice still unbalanced, racism still rares it ugly head and the fight goes on. . .  Oh what a history we’ve had, filled with unending battles, being treated lesser than a herd of cattle.  Still we pray for brighter, lighter, peaceful days, with a song in our hearts, humming as we go. . . the scars we’ve endured on our long journey still show, we still fight, for laws to be upheld, for fair and equal treatment across the board.  Seems the only one we can truly trust in is the Lord.  With determined will, we won’t give up or give in . . .

For we are so much more than the color of our skin.