Who will speak for me.. I have no voice to speak for myself.. I lay awake at night thinking.. why is my belly growling.. I have looked all day .. and found nothing for my brothers and I to eat.. Who will speak for me.. I have no voice to cry out.. To defend myself against these men .. who look upon a child be it boy or girl.. to satisfy their sick desires so they come to my country.. a pedophile is what they are husbands and fathers, lawyers and doctors.. Who will speak for me .. I have no voice to cry out.. I have the scar to show where I sold my kidney.. for money to feed my family.. they say it’s easy money.. that I have two and I only need one.. Who will speak for me.. I have no voice to cry out.. I’m only thirteen and here I am married and pregnant.. I don’t know how to be a wife .. I’m only a child, no rights as a woman.. I’m still a little girl.. why did this happen to me.. Who will speak for me.. I have no voice to cry out..Africa babies..
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The United States this place I call home.. The land of the free and the home of the brave.. I was taught about a history.. I was not apart of.. I never knew where I came from.. all I heard was how the white Man discovered this.. and done such great things.. It would be years later that I would discover that the land of the free was built on the back of my ancestors.. I would learn that it was not discovered by Christopher Columbus but yet taken by him from the Indians..
The land of the free and the home of the brave.. was never meant for me to sang.. because I was never meant to be free.. I was meant to be a slave.. to work your fields.. stand on the auction block.. shown off like cattle with my private parts for the world to see.. my name was stolen and so was my body .. they even took my language and I was given a new one..
I was forbidden to love .. and truly be as man and wife.. because anytime Master desired me, my wife or child I could do nothing.. can you imagine me when the Master began to look upon my child with lustful eyes and there was no place for them to hide.. can you imagine my cry as I heard my scream for help.. and in agony I could do nothing but watch.. I had to surrender as a animals to Him.. we were not considered as humans with feelings like the white man.. we were consider less than..
We were not allowed to read and write because with knowledge came power.. and with power came fear of the slave.. of the black man.. with knowledge they could no longer us separated from each other.. we would become one in voice and strength..
So no this will never be the land of the free and the home of the brave.. it will always be a land built on the back of my ancestors .. and taken away from the brave..