History is Mine

I think back on the day when we were slaves, bound and chained like cattle. Our eyes lowered as white men looked over us and sold our women and children.
In the south we hung in the breeze where cotton fields swayed to the southern wind as our women screams cracked through the silent nights.
I watched dogs of german decent bite down on us while we fought in world wars to protect our America. While German soldiers were afforded better quarters than us.
Our Blood spilled over these green pastures in this land of liberty for our Freedom.
From Vietam to Iraq we withstood attacks, foreign and domestic with limited potection
as we marched on Washington for a King, marched on Washington with a million men, marched on Washington with a million more to tell them we knew the score.
As we got Am-bushed and taken aback to the attacks on our voters rights in florida twice! smelled like Mississippi of the 1800's, I had to check the date to see if I had it straight, This wasn't the Magnolia state? Our people drowned in a town called Katrina but they still maintained their stregth though it all even if Moises did not hear their calls.
History is mine in a time to remember that history is made not by chance but by necessity. With God Blessing and God's speed may Barack Obama be blessed during his
44th Presidency.

Written By Osayimwese Nadir Karume (AkA) James Edward Johnson Jr.