Untitled - Ana Horta

[Larry Robinson]

The looters came to my town
Rounded us like animals 
Tore our families 
Chained us in mass
Stuffed us in boats across the sea
Sold us like cattle, 
Branded our skin

The looters came to my town 
We grew the sugar for their fine tea
Grew their cotton
paved their roads 
Raised their children 
While ours were gone
They handed us freedom 
In segregated worlds
Built jails for our young boys

The looters came to my town
They came to my hood
They stopped me on the street
They took my freedom, 
Shot me from behind
Yet they are mad about haircuts 

The looters came to my town
Their views made laws
Fear within
I wrote a check, 
A knee crushing me
I am on the ground
I am through, officer 
I can’t breathe

	- Ana Horta