That’s my name.
Who am I, you ask?
The victim of your cruel game
The victim of your cruel game.
That’s who I am.
The one whose life you’ve completely screwed over.
The one whose life you’ve made a mockery and a sham.
You tell me its God’s plan
to make me suffer like this?
To have me toil and get abused
while you live your life in luxury and bliss?
You tell me that I don’t deserve
don’t deserve to go to heaven.
That I don’t belong in the skies,
not even on the last one of the seven.
You Southern slaveowners,
how are you able to sleep at night?
Knowing that you’ve tortured me,
left me in a sorrowful plight?
Oh, you Yankees,
don’t think you’re off the hook.
I see all your cruelties too.
To explain, should I write a book?
Your ignorance is just as bad.
With your silence, you kill.
God bless those handful of you
who’ve boosted, even more, our will.
‘All men are created equal’
Isn’t that what your constitution says?
Then, why do I sit here
and with my blood, why do I pay?
With my blood and sweat, why do I pay
for not looking the same as you do?
Just cuz of my darker skin,
look at what you put me through!
Word on the street is that from the Nation,
the South people left.
They wanted to continue enjoying
their wealth of our captured rights from theft.
Why was I dragged into this?
I wasn’t even at fault.
Instead of being a freaking puppet animal,
I wished my breathing would just halt.
But before I died,
I wished to him once more.
The runaway apple of my eye,
one of the only beings I adore.
My son, Benjamin.
He ran away cuz all the pain.
I didn’t know where he is now,
didn’t know if I’ll see him again.
He may not come back,
he may not be alive.
All thanks to that bloodhound bill
that together, you all connived.
Tell me I’m wrong
that those fugitive slave laws were right!
That its okay to fill that only leftover space
with even more fright.
And I still remember watching
all of you in haste.
The rush to win the war
to continue to chain us by our waists.
Well, I’m glad you lost.
You deserved that defeat and way more.
I hope Lincoln punishes you
to the point when your own faces, you begin to abhor.
I didn’t know my ABC’s until now
Didn’t know that I am not to blame.
Didn’t know that I actually have a life
that I can rightfully claim.
And now I sit here and laugh
Laugh at your sad sad lives.
How yesterday, you were all so “powerful”
and today, you’re struggling to survive.
Struggling to survive without me,
without the help of our “inferior” race.
You can’t even feed yourselves now
so tell me on the social hierarchy, where is your place?
If our race you so badly despised,
then why did you need us?
Take care of your own daughters and sons.
About working, why make such a fuss?
Obviously, you’ll never get over yourselves.
Never will you admit that you were, indeed, wrong.
But I know that now
that by your feet, I no longer belong.
I am one,living in the North.
Won’t let you take advantage of me.
Won’t let you trap me into some sharecropping agreement
that lets go to my right to be free.
You thought I didn’t know about that?
O you are so mistaken.
Keep in mind,
a lot of us have awakened.
I am watching my poor
brothers and sisters.
still toiling hard for you,
still getting on their body, those blisters.
How can you still continue that
horrible and cruel practice your peculiar institution?
All you did was change its name to share cropping
yet it still spreads this inhumane pollution.
But don’t worry.
One day, we’ll prevail.
from ashes, we’ll rise.
We’ll be victorious after our fails.
So, Hi. Linda,
That’s my name.
Who am I, you ask?
No longer the victim of your cruel game.