What is the reason for this cruelty against me? I did not need you, you needed me. These eyes of mine have seen the way that you want things to be but being the strong person that I am in bringing me down you will not succeed;
You hosed me, cursed me, beat me, hung me, and spit on me all for nothing trying to make feel as though I were nothing but I felt the hatred in your heart and the nothingness in your eyes so I knew I was something;
These eyes of mine have shed the tears of pain but not once have they shed the tears of happiness for the freedom and respect that I have yet to gain;
My head is constantly overflowing with the thoughts of why is it me that you hate when I was the one who picked your fields, mowed your lawns, washed your tired bodies and kept watch over your little ones all for a price not worth a small child’s weight;
These eyes of mine are weary, my vision is blurry and I’m just tired of working from sun up to sun down;
I’ve seen you chase families from town to town, seen you rape and abuse black women, and seen you hang black men from trees while your faces were covered with linen;
Times have been hard and we’ve come a long way but I have yet to see a better day and when I do it would be none other than divine to see something so encouraging through these eyes of mine.