My Black disabled ancestors
            
            
              Weren’t free by a swift of a pen
            
            
              Way back then
            
            
            
              Black Codes, Ugly Laws & Lynchings
            
            
              Dancing on slave ships
            
            
              Shackles on our feat shaking our hips
            
            
            
              Also lead many to freedom
            
            
            
              Hey let’s talk Representative James Mitchell Ashley & Abraham Lincoln
            
            
              What happened to your pen back then
            
            
              What was your definition of “Involuntary Servitude?
            
            
            
              I don’t mean to be rude
            
            
            
              Your pen back then
            
            
              Separated us by law
            
            
              Ok I can understand that was a flaw
            
            
              In 2017 we are still living your mistake
            
            
            
              And it is hard to take
            
            
              Decades of freak shows, circus & museums
            
            
              Involuntary entertainment for the public sake
            
            
            
              Forced to work against his or her will
            
            
              Only way to make a buck was to shut up
            
            
              And get into a cage
            
            
            
              As “owners” took our income was the hardest pill
            
            
            
              13th Amendment wrote into the US Constitution
            
            
              While Black disabled people were locked up in run down state institutions
            
            
              Today we think that shelter workshops of the Salvation Army are the solution
            
            
            
              If it wasn’t abuse it was sub-minmum wage
            
            
              And we must not show any rage
            
            
            
              Cause we weren’t free so could be again locked in a cage
            
            
            
              Separated so not mentioned
            
            
              No wonder Black scholars have no comprehension
            
            
              When they write, teach & create art on the 13th to the New Jim Crow
            
            
            
              We were never the invisible nation
            
            
              My Black disabled ancestors gave my generation
            
            
              The foundation to write books & make art and music
            
            
              Inside & outside of Krip-Hop Nation
            
            
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              Leroy F. Moore Jr. is a Black writer, poet, hip-hop\music lover, educator, community activist and feminist with a physical disability. He’s been working in the areas of identity, race & disability for the last thirteen years as a veteran columnist for Poor Magazine, creator of Krip-Hop Nation, Co-founder of the Sins Invalid and as the founding member of Black Disability Studies Working Group with the National Black Disability Coalition. Leroy’s book The Black Kripple Delivers Poetry & Lyrics was published by Poetic Matrix Press in the Winter of 2015. He currently resides in the Bay area.
            
            
            
            
            
            
          

What a beautiful poem this is. Loved it, touched the core of my heart.