09-15-2015 My king, gift from God They call you “black” to separate and demean you, But Black should remind you of how you were fashioned – in royalty and kingship You are king; strong and bold They tried to break you down, make you worthless But in doing that, only aided in building you up See what the world doesn’t know is they can never determine your worth You were given concrete and up grew a rose They measure your value by what you have But I see where you started and the progress you have made Beaten, broken, taken from your land to a foreign place Stripped of your name, your culture Even taken from the ones you love Forced to procreate and have your children stolen Titled “deadbeat,” but they beat – this behavior into you Out of this history of pain and brokenness, Still you survive They call you “nigger” and “thug” while ignoring your inventions, degrees and the fact that this country was built on your back They tell you that your da...