Destined To Claim

As an embryo without form or reservation, she was born on the banks of Jamestown

What would she look like, how would she act, and what would she become?

All that was certain is that she would be

20 oblivious African slaves were forced to make sure of that!

Literally off their backs in fact, this race of people would be founded

Astounded at how something so powerless could harness so much power and prestige

Need-less to say this is how we all came to be,

I’m speaking African Americans, he she, him her, them, and me

What was for her, or what is for them, makes no never mind at this point

She would have to fend for herself from that day forward

Toward a destiny that would only be defined by the pieces that would make her whole

With no shared direction, plan, nor underlined Goal

Every day as an open book, she unconsciously will write her own story

Filled with great floods of emotion, these stories cohesively bind us as a race

Case by case, we impatiently seek our place

As we are born into our time, and within our contributing space

Her name, although not yet determined, will be African American

She has no place to call home and she has been taking captive

Active she will remain however, despite any prior failed endeavors

She solemnly swears that through her spirit, she will remain

As the bond between her generations will provide her with the strength to sustain

Her place in this world, she was destined to claim