My People Poem by Angela Brown

Hundred years of struggle, yet your minds
still boggle
in shame, shaking like the game, my people.
Underline railroad we run with heavy load
now we pledge with an oath yet stunt our growth, my people.
How could we authorize to be terrorized,
hijacked plane, making us insane, and my people?
Reach my people reach, think of Raking's
speech 'free at last, free at last, I have
a dream', and don't forget you're past my people.
Jews, Blacks, Whites, Hispanics all hated
Indian, Korean, Japan still segregated my
people.
Unite as one that's not wrong my people.
Feel abundant love that flows from above;
lose the strain, marijuana, needles and
cocaine.
Why are we still putting ourselves in chain
my people?