Stop telling me to smile

Or wear a smile upside down

We did not pick cotton together,

howHow dare you speak as if you know my pain .

The cracks in my feet , my bruised back, bleed scars of history

Though those scars are no longer visible

I suffered

I bled

I was dehumanized

But we are stronger

Bow down , no we shall not

Don't tell me there's something wrong with being pro black

Perhaps you are too oblivious to accept the facts

Why do you hate me so much ?

Or do you fear me ?