Move past it... HOW?

You are told to move past it

As if you weren’t plucked

From your homes

Like flowers off fields

Bunched together in shackles

Packed together like sardines

Lost your freedom

Lost your right to be human

You are told to move past it

By those who forget

That imprints itself

And history is rooted in our DNA

And that we carry the tears

And screams of human beings

Being bought and sold

Like property by white masters

We are told to move past it

As if it has changed

And now we prosper

When white being own the land

And the means of production

We are still slaves

Who sell their souls and labour

In order to try and lay claim

To freedom we still must buy

We are told to move past it

Move past the injustices

That created the justice system

That still shackles

And packs us like sardines

Behind four walls and steel bars

Yet the privilege of being white

Is still something you relish

Because you know

It puts you in a better standing

Then the colour black

You tell us to move past it

Even though you ridicule us

And rig a system to imprison us

Or turn us into slaves that sell

Their labour for minimum wage

All in an effort to buy crumbs

Off the masters table who is still white

Mind you he owns the wealth

And no matter how you look at it

We are still slaves to white masters

So tell me how do we move past that?