I Wasn’t There

I feel the beating that my great grandfather felt on his back.
He worked all day then at night he slept on the floor.
I feel the beating that my great grandmother felt on her back.
She had to watch the feet of her master’s wife and done all the chores.

Why do I have to work so hard, kill myself, what is the reason?
Why am I had to work 7 days a week and getting wet on the rain?
I feel like I am forcing to work on the heat of the summer season.
I am still working hard as my great grandparents, but nothing to gain.

I feel cold on the snowy weather, but to whom should I complain.
Just like my grandparents, I will never be in a good mood.
My misery is above my head, but to whom should I explain?
I feel like I am being trade for pounds of food.

I feel like I am being sold as an indentured servant, to conclude.
I feel like I am working day and night on the gold mines, in chain.
O, I was not there in the 1600’s among the slaves, but I feel include?
They came in chains at Croix Des Bossales, Haiti. I feel the pain.