**BLACK HISTORY**
“Still a slave, after all these years.”
A Black Panther (P.B.C.O.C.) Network Poem By NEETTA BLACK
Plantation slavery was outlawed,
Back in eighteen, sixty-three.
But a bunch of Blacks, chose not to leave,
‘Cause they, never wanted to be free.
Fifty years later, some Blacks still were slaves,
Though many had heard the news.
Many didn’t know, what they would do with freedom,
They had gotten used to being abused.
A few Blacks that left, pursued their dreams,
To find their African homes.
Some Blacks chose to build Black communities,
So Black seeds could now be sown.
Still millions of Blacks, chose to remain,
The slaves, they’d always been.
They were willing to do anything, to stay with whites,
They would be slaves until the end.
One hundred years, had now pasted,
And millions of Blacks were still picking cotton.
But some picked it on their own free land,
Because of the Black education, that they had gotten.
They took their children to the elders,
Who were the keepers of the truth.
Of what Blacks were, before enslaved,
Before the chains, the whips, the noose.
If the children listened, carefully,
They never would repeat.
The mistakes that got them all caught-up,
In slavery and defeat.
Always remember from wince you came,
And seek out your history, even more.
Of who you are and what you were,
In your tribes that lived before.
And for a while, Black children knew,
They were destined to be great.
And though whites still tried, to control them all,
It was the Gods, who held their fates.
While many of their Black children, have grown up to be,
The Black teachers of today.
Many of these Blacks, still chose to be slaves,
Many others, try to make today’s Black children stray.
Many Blacks were okay with being slaves,
At the bottom of the bar.
And now, here we are in a new millennium,
And thirty-six million Blacks still are.
A Black Panther (P.B.C.O.C.) Network Poem By NEETTA BLACK
1-1-2000
