We were torn from each other like paper masks
not knowing they launched us into new beginnings, black depth,
how did we become so complex?
Adorned with the same faces, hair types and skin,
But our language,
culture and traditions differ
Even across continents we are connected like kin
From countries we consider our mothers arms,
Extended across this sphere, settled in variety,
From the vast cityscapes to small hidden farms,
We are afro carribean, ancestry settled on islands, forced to cultivate cane till they rose up in arms,
Other nations followed, hearing of such rebellion,
see we’ve been fighting for a while, somebody please tell them,
Haiti, Jamaica, Trinidad, Guyana
Saint Vincent, Saint Lucia, Belize and Grenada,
Walking towards our other tribes, cause we’ve been strewn across continents,
Travel up towards the center, Guatemala, Honduras, Costa Rica to Brazil
where my afro-latinos speak sweet words covering the mountains, valleys, and hills
Though the scars exist on the surface, we have deep ancestry, allow me to introduce you to African identity,
We all came from one sweet mother, she can provide the world with everything, she’s truly like no other
They say “The ruin of a nation begins in the homes of its people” what happens when the people were subjected to evil,
But nations rise and built their own sequel
Our deepest secrets are richer than the skin we are in
Our differences do not make us less than, far from God’s grace, nor are we embodiments of sin
And the words we speak run farther than the mountain tops we journeyed from
We walk in the footsteps of ancestors, creating paths where roads should never exist;
Extending from the shadows of bondage, we are bigger than those ships
we were tarried from.
Bigger than the shackles of old, we wear as tattoos of new :
We are black history.
For this we know to be true.