Murky Blood

The brick walls can’t stop the storm surge

Rubber walls won’t bang out the memories

She said my family used to belong to hers

My blood infused with the enemies'

Her family used to own mine

back in a time

when those whose skin was kinda like mine

were treated more akin to the swine

than on a level abreast with the whites

Her great, great, great, great Granny

owned mine

Right up til the time she was sold for supposedly lyin’

turns out the lies were the truth

and my cousins already had proof

See, her family owned mine

until they both intertwined

you know,

The Daddy

took the Mammy

For a chocolate concubine

Only the Mrs. wasn’t too fine

got to wonderin why

“That negro baby looks so much like mine.”

Then she start cryin’

sayin the Mammy was lyin

So they were sold for prosperity

to hell with disparity 

of a shared and sorted history in time

Cuz by the time the Daddy died

he had added a line

to his will

Legitimizing three sons

he had fathered, not one

Supposedly a new blood line begun