by Cynthia Clark Scott

 It all happened one day,
 We boarded a ship and sailed this way,
 As we sail, we rejoice,
 knowing the black race will have no voice,
 But just maybe, we might be free!
 Look what happened, we arrived to upgraded slavery!

 Deceitful as it may be,
 All that happened ain't even the key!
 We never knew where we would lie our head,
 But certainly it's not a bed,
 Listen to this cry,
 All we ever wanted was to live decently before we die!

 It all happened one day,
 We were born and now we pay,
 How can we survive?
 Everything that happened, ain't no jive!
 We were played like a game,
 like animals who needed to be tamed.

 My child, my child, it all happened to us,
 Our hearts were soft and full of trust,
 We listen to promises before reaching this land,
 and now we're victims of their awful plan,
 In spite of Martin Luther King's "I have a dream"  
 A little black dirt will never equal to a little white cream!   

Happened by Cynthia Clark Scott

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