I am an American: Slave Descendant

From chains that bound, my journey unfurled,
In the crucible of hardship, an American swirl.
Not defined by the auctioneer's call,
But by resilience rising, standing tall.

I am not American by a master's decree,
But by the spirit of endurance, forever free.
In the cotton fields, where sorrows sowed,
Roots of strength in struggle glowed.

I am the rhythm of labor, the hymn of the oppressed,
A legacy of resilience, in every heartbeat expressed.
Through the pain, a melody arose,
A testament to triumph, where freedom grows.

Not by the color of chains, but by dreams untold,
In the struggle for justice, my story unfolds.
I am an American, not by captive fate,
But by breaking chains, refusing to abate.

In the echoes of ancestral cries, a nation's song,
I find my voice, where I truly belong.
Not defined by shadows of a dark past,
But by the light of hope, forever cast.

I am an American, not by scars that remain,
But by the strength to rise, break every chain.
In the mosaic of unity, our stories entwine,
An American legacy, resilient and divine.