Where Do We Belong? Poem by Lore Me34

Our ancestors were stolen from their native home.
Enslaved, raped, beaten and name taken.
Where do we belong?
Although this country prospered on our ancestor blood sweat and tears.
This country still treats us as if we don't belong here.
Immigrants from a foreign land come here;
and are more welcome then the African American.
In 2016 we started it protesting to let the rest of America know our life matter.
But instead of hear that they accused us of being unpatriotic.
They say if like the status quo than we can just go.
Go where? You all stole us hundreds of years ago from our native home.
If not America where do we belong?