I'm not a slave anymore.
Even though I'm enslaved
by the pressures of stereotypical thinking.
I'm shackled to disrespect
so I can never escape it's presence.
The noose around my neck 
is my chosen piece of jewelry.
It symbolizes status
as well as
murders my self respect.
I'm placed in the fields to work
and I accept this as my community service.
I'm left to prepare and serve my oppressors
but only because you can't or won't.
The welts on my back
are not from whippings or beatings
but from baby momas and ex wives.
When I'm placed up for auction,
I stand before my abusers
and my chosen words are "not guilty your honor".
I'm neither athlete nor preacher.
I'm no thug,
thief or rapist.
I can't be accused
when there is no evidence against me. 
I didn't get here by boat or ship,
I was born and reared on these sacred lands. 
I'm no stranger to hardwork,
just constantly expected to work hard. 
My pants sag
but not as a fashion statement
but so that I can be ready to drop them
when I invite you to kiss my behind.
Am I my brotha's keeper?
Yes, I am, always.