What do you see when you look at him? Do you see a slave? Do you see a nigger? Do you see someone that is beneath you? What do you see? I’ll tell you what I see. Firstly, I see a man. Secondly, I see a broken man. Thirdly, I see a man who once had his own. I see a man who had his own family, I see a man who had his own shelter, I see man who had his own food, I see a man who had his own clothes, I see a man who had his own life, I see a man no one owned. This broken man that you see on top of my sadness, on top of my pain, on top of my hurt, he had his own, he was a man with dreams, he wanted more from this life then the one that was forced upon him. My first tear is being born, it is the first of many, for he is I and I am him. What is the first thing that you see when you look at him? While you are thinking of a way to express yourself to satisfy my wanting to know I will tell you what I see. I see his eyes and the pain that is within. Many would say that the first thing that they see is the noose that is around his neck, I see it as well, for it symbolizes death, or even our own mortality. But I want you to look into his eyes, see his defeat, see his silent cries for help, see his hopelessness, see his head down, see him! Look into his eyes, they see nothing but the past and stolen memories that were never conceived. Look into his eyes, all hope is gone, there is nothing left, they took all that he loved. Look into his eyes as they remember what was stolen long ago. Look into his eyes as they remember what will never be returned. Look into his eyes as they wonder what could of been. Look into his eyes, get to know him, for he is more than a slave, he is not a nigger, he is not beneath you, he is a man, a once strong man, a man who had his own.
Look at him…..
DAME