I heard the church folks whispering
That’s masstas son
Never in their bed, they raped us on patches of earth and vacant fields instead
Lynching
Disempowerment
Physically
And psychologically enslaved
It was Martin
Harriett Tubman
Rosa Parks
And many more who were brave
They would stand us up
Spin us around
And someone in the crowd would yell
I’ll take four
And the others were useless like confederate coins after the war
very powerful poetry here, nicely done