I need a backative that I couldnt find in you. Life is not just about you. Life is not about me. We live eternally through our children so what is the legacy that we are leaving behind? The brain wash that we were given? The poverty? the foot stool position? scraping the scraps from the table of other races? Living in squalor communities where ever we go? Demanding and marching for equality from people who do not think we deserve it? Being considered a burden because our people are on welfare (doesn't matter if more whites are on it, it was designed for them not us) ? Whites stole america and built it as there kingdom, where is ours? Should Jamaica be our Kingdom? Black people see everything outside of themselves as better and we are so beautiful and talented.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem