Division

Prejudice has been alive for generations,

Even after emancipation,

We’re still under segregation,

Even the slaves had different holidays, festivals and recreations,

For they did not mix, everyone had their own cliques,

If you shared the same language, was the only way slaves could speak,

We are now free, but our minds are still imprisoned,

We share the same colour, but somehow are all different,

Different jobs, different houses, different connections,

Different treatment if you came from a different location,

It is said that out of many, we are one people,

But that is not true,

We are divided, despite all we’ve gone through,

Division has shaped our identity as a society,

The different classes have different personalities,

We are still mentally enslaved, From slavery to present day.

-Réal McCarthy