What Is My Ethnic Name and Who Are the Namers

I arose a proud African lineage from far Mid Northern, Southern, Western; Stolen, Trick, Bought given to the Slave traders; I have a many names then I had my Father's name I had my tribal name and maybe even county name WOW? Who are these namers and what do they want? Brought to a new land over the oceans many waters; What is the meaning of this; Don't know their language; Made me forget mine; I can stand it; I don't remember what is my name; How do I get back home? Why is it Most races have a primary name for there ethnicity; Who are these namers and what do they want? Now from Slave time to the 1800's May have been called African even ***** even the "N" word One hundred years later someone changed it to Colored Then again fifty more years came may have went back to Colored; As the 1960's came someone said we were *****'s, Said we were Blacks Never giving up the "N" words couldn't git to relax; Who are the Namers and what do they want; And why are we the only race whose name gets changed every decade; Spanish and French words for the darkest colors is .......... Later sixties early seventies the Namers started calling us Afro-Americans; Then later reverted to Blacks, every now and then seems like they revisited Black and briefly Colored; So just who am I on the census polls, cause it just don't make any sense; Now to the mid-seventies again African Americans every one watching Roots by Alex Haley But whom am I, who am I still I cry, I don't no my name every ten years or so you just change it again, where have I been; Still the census, don't make sense The Namers are still at it; a decade rolls by and again seems like I don't know why; What is my ethnic and who are the Namers; again and again seems every decade, decade, you change my name over and over again so it seems from the 1980's until the 2000's; We may have arrived but yet it was repeated once again; Blacks, African Amercians; Now not to sound confused nor disrespectful to our new Americans Those of Togo, Sudan, and other African regions; As they come over to America and become Citizens they still have their handle, title, country, personal name history/ origin; You, I , they are called African Americans, yet still so am I So we both are but yet why do I cry; For you see they know their True name while I just get by Who am I Who am I Just as Ask the Namers, who are they you wonder, you ask They know who they are; I wish I knew who I was; Again we are the only race whose name you keep changing They know who they are; I wish I knew who I am; Maybe in 2020, we be Colored again? ? ? ? written by James Edward Lee Sr.(c)2017 Dedicated to All those Oppress people Pass, Present Future The Hopeless, the Homeless, the Father/Mother less, Those without their natural country "there's praise in words and words in praise"---James Edward Lee Sr.