Commentary on the intersection of race, culture, and faith
I am taking a course on the music of the civil rights movement, and the PBS Documentary “Eyes on the Prize is required viewing. I have found myself feeling incredibly angry because there is SO much that has not changed since the civil rights years. I wrote this poem as a way to express some of the feelings and frustration that I feel.
Back to Africa I told you that I didn't ask to be here And you told me to go back to Africa Blind in ignorance Smug in privilege Your words betrayed your heart Bound by ignorance Gagged by privilege I had to bite my tongue I wanted to rage about my stolen history I wanted… Continue reading Back to Africa
