Stop telling me to smile .

Or wear a smile upside down .

We did not pick cotton together, .

howHow dare you speak as if you know my pain . pain?

The cracks in my feet , my bruised back, bleed scars of history .

Though those scars are no longer visible .

I suffered .

I bled.

I was dehumanized .

But we are stronger .

Bow down , no we shall not .

Don't tell me there's something wrong with being pro black .

Perhaps you are too oblivious to accept the facts .

Why do you hate me so much ?

Or do you fear me ?