Like the great continent,
That is the origin of all mankind,
The mighty back
Seemed to spread for miles
Under the southern sun.The crack of the whip
Bore deep into the thick, black skin,
Causing blood to erupt from the depths
Of the most sacred and spiritual
Child of Earth.
The sweat which flowed
Across the backbone of this country
Settled deep within the sores,
And-like grease frying in a hot iron skillet-
The pain burned,
Causing undeserved tears.
Of Life’s bodily fluids
Seeped slowly into the soil
Of stolen, yet fertile grounds.
And from this forced fertility
This nation, called America, was born.
by Phillip McCullough Jr.