Slave in the Grave | A Poem by Jy'Quan Arnay Stewart

We might be slaves cast to the grave, but to us.
We bear a price like some dice.
A heavy boulder we live with by day, my life worth
Is equal to a roll of dice
Like words spoken by leaders, who had made history
Who are strong defeaters, In the world
There were tons of us, in the south
Like some bums like us, who had died for their will
Like Harriet Tubman on twenty dollar bill
Who made it to the 20th dollar bill, that made history to save our will.