Diasporic Blues

Welcome to Amerikkka.Where anybody is able to live the American Dream....Where anybody is afforded opportunities to prosper...Where seeds are planted and dreams will blossom...Except for...My ancestors,Whose sweat enriched the soil of capitalism,Whose dried blood paved the road of White Supremacy...Whose tears channel centuries of oppressed pain and anger.Welcome to Amerikkka.Where my roots died on the rippled waves, lostbetween the coast of our motherlandand the coast of our enslavement...Where my existence lost its value except in exchange forgreen ghosts in the midst of the Atlantic,Where my whole definition of “being” has been scrambled and entangledwith a foreign nation that hates me.Welcome to Amerikkka.Where my people are lost in a land that others run to for happiness...Where dreams flourish and money grows on the same tree my ancestorswere hung from...Where our dark past has become others’ bright future...Oh, Amerikkka!A country that was never lost, so it could have never been found.A country where equality is unbalanced and freedom is not free.A country that was built by us but not for us...

These... are our Diasporic Blues.