PROUD OF INCIVILITY

A poem the persona's regret of welcoming some strangers in the past.

PROUD OF INCIVILITY 

 They claimed I was naked and uncivilized
So they came to clothe me and ''disrobe'' my naked shame
But I wish I remained the same
For they wiped away my honor and fame.

They claimed I was wild in the forest
So they came to tame
But they introduced me to the  'three fingers bow to two''
When I knew no pistil

They compared me to the race of my people
When I was in my golden age.
I swear to the sun, I knew no evil
Yet they pushed me to the devil's cage

They claimed I was naked and uncivilized
In an attempt to clothe me,
they raped and defiled me.
Even today, I still ooze

They give me a conditional tissue to wipe off the blood
But tell them they do me no good.

They claimed I was wild in the jungle
So introduced me to the  words in the 66 chapters,
 To tame me I guess,
But they indeed muddied the waters.

For I could  not tell between a saint and an atheist,
the minister of Lucifer and the priest .
They taught me with time and age.
They indeed robbed me of my golden age.

Before 15th Century they discovered me
Their humanitarian reason,  I still find an irony
Inflicted pain and left wounds in minds of my progeny
Defaced my black beauty.

Today, they give me a conditional pomade to bleach
Tell them they do me  no good.

If today,  I have been partially freed,
Henry William Sylvester started with that bold seed. 
However, today, the battle tree and illusion seem inseparable
For its expected fruits are buried in the minds of successors of the branches and  roots

For they(the successors)  think the visitors did and do me good
But they did and do me no good.

It's obvious I am black.