Portrait of a Slave

I was in our university library one time when I came across this book about Slavery in America. After I read it, I coined of mocking the “movement” into an art, making it an irony in itself.

Portrait of a Slave
(1995)

Paint me your impressions
Using pigment of mud and straws
Smear me your colors
Hues of anger and shame
Dye my soul with aggression
With your violent words
And scornful touts
Beat me with your truncheon
Veneering me with my own
Red, thick blood
Make me a living mural
Of molten steel carrying your name
Put on me those chains
Make me a living sculpture
A pantheon of your dark nature
Build in me a cathedral
An edifice of your atrocious deeds
Brush me with your whip
Making frescoes of death!