Found Poem, “We did not land on Plymouth rock”
We are not products of the faults
That belong to us, but we are
Victims to a world that is shaped
Against the very idea of what we are
We are deserving of respect
Malcolm X
MLK, Jr.
Fred Hampton
We are given death
We build our communities
Elaine, 1919
Tulsa, 1921
Rosewood, 1923
They dig our communal resting place
Our choices taken, replaced
With the punishment for not deciding
We are not products of society
We are the prisoners