My life’s Vision is… NOT FORGOTTEN by: father wise

Buried footprints in the sand left without a trace -- destined -2- face this cold place after my Ancestors’ fates were given direct destinations -2- be taken 9,000 miles over seas, auctioned off, and put upon a plantation:

Agonizing cries, cause of separation between mother and child -- heads hanging down in the presence of Master’s eyes caused confusion -- Whipped backs caused delusional individuals to be set apart from the “good stock” while alcobulion rituals were secretly practiced out back; by the slave quarters -- Son’s and daughters danced ‘till the sun came up with just enough strength to muster with swollen hands that were demanded to pick cotton: 

Funny, yet sad, how those beautiful, strong people were so easily forgotten -- the change, of course, throughout time is a constant reminder written on calendars, like: Columbus, President’s, Valentine’s, even Martin Luther King, along with many more days, but not one that represents Original People titles slaves, and ‘till this day we unconsciously play with the word N.I.G.G.A. Uneducated and baby sitted by society’s unfit -2- be taught by public schools bull-shit: Constantly finding ways to eliminate any race not fond of duplicating -- While implicating laws to save face of disgraceful taste programmed into the minds of us -- Considered a waste of time: 
Someone once told me my story that bored me -- Uneducated was I of that story at a time in my prime when committing crimes -- Ignorant and blind was still I; “till I grew from beneath the concrete -- Not quite The Rose, but STILL I RISE; to any occasion worth or worth not educating hoping deaf ears -R- listening and allowing these WORDS OF WISDOM be programmed in UR Great Mindz…
                                    Pleasure comes in the course of its own time and it brings me great pleasure standing in front of my sistas and brothas and sharing some equality I once selfishly considered mine…
                                    And for the many lost souls-- Know that UR cries flow thru my veins creating transfusions to unconscious brains needed badly to be saved…
                                    Remembering your trials and tribulations, the beatings, rapes, and hangings, along with unaccountable hours of picking cotton-- 
PLEASE!! KNOW!!

THAT YOU ALL ARE NOT FORGOTTEN…