This poem is written by Anton Brockenbrough...called
No One Told Me My Name
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Who am I cried the black man with
No name
Black man with the stigma
Attached to his chains
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Wakes up with amnesia
cause No one told him his name
Purposely obscured
Knowing there's power in one's name
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The meaning
the root the etymology
The core, the navel,
The destiny
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What's in a name that smells so sweet
Like a rose
But seen as rotten as can be
Forgotten is his name
Never found his destiny
Lost in obscurity
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Who am I cried
The black beaten children
Desperate for a father?
So hungry for a name
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The root
The etymology
The light replaced
With darkness
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Who am I
Cried the black beaten pedestrian
Killed cause of color
Died cause they were famished
So hungry for a name
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Who am I cried
the yelling black man
From the cold cell of his
Lost mind
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My name is the the light they tried to hide
The meaning they tried to obscure
But no more
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Who am I cried the meaningless
Person from obscured darkness
Longing to be important
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Wearing another's name
Like the clothing someone worn
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Who am I cried the generations
Blurred and obscured
©copyright 2015
Anton Brockenbrough
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