Still trying to survive through our times
Despite setbacks I am destined to shine
Through dark tunnels, my race still mumbles
I’m still gasping for air, tried to escape our troubles

Still our race is considered lost, never got up when we tumbled
Willie Lynch bestowed a curse to separate our people
It worked and ever since birth I was hoping we would bleed through
Lies that we are man-beast and not competent were foul and deceitful

Lynching must have came from his name! I voice my anger when I pray…sadly
But my faith shall never fade; we must regain our lost names…gladly
Badly wounded we are from victories and lost feuds
Whipped, hanged, justice has had it share of bruises

In fact see, once was blind, to think that races have a food chain
Not realizing in slavery chains were gray, felt worse than bullet spray
Rather die fighting than live like a slave
A mindset and a philosophy they made, I can’t blame

Loss ones died without a name, I don’t have solution to the pain
Only thing to do is pray to a broken sky that this will finally change

Leland Wright

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-lynch-ii/