The Lady of liberty The Lady of liberty was never for you or me? We never came into New York harbors with a dream to be free. We never saw the Lady of liberty The lady of no partiality. We came by way of Jamaica, New Orleans, Alabama and the West Indies. We never came in through Ellis islands With a dream to be free. At that time the only thing that was happening for Arikans were sundays hangings At the old cotton tree. Blood clots red necks laughing’ and calling it Sunday fun. Hanging a ****** was protested by no one. We never have a free hand. Although our blood has spilled for this land. Why can’t you understand? We were never written into this land. Because freedom we still have to demand. In a place where the Lady of liberty Is supposed to be? A symbol of opportunity in a land of the free. The torchbearer, she never held a light to represent the Afrikan race. Because there, is only darkness from our birth to our grave. In America . . . Afrikans are never free. If you don’t believe me. Go and check your history. Or better yet ask, “The Lady of Liberty.” © copyright jahway 1996 anwar aswad amir.