Doth my blackness offend you

Days of slavery before I was born
Pain coming from every mama's womb
Times of hurt beatings from whips
Children afraid of being taken from their mama's hips
Talks of being sold while in bondage
Because the color of our blackness we went days full of hunger
Children with tears filling their eyes
Only there are some wondering why
Oh how would you feel if snatched from your mother?
How would you...