The Fight

We’re not fractions

You are not on the top

I am not a denominator

So I will not stop

We are all a hand

separated by fingers

We all connect back to that one palm

Yet, something still tends to lingers

I’d fight for justice and my rights

I’d be a Freedom Rider too

I’d be rebel

I’ll do what others wouldn’t do

The hate against blacks

I just don’t and can’t seem to understand why

It was the black women

who helped white white women get by

Showing her how to properly nurse

Showing her how to clean

Showing her what being a women

truly means

It was the black men in the south

That paved the way

cutting down trees, building roads

captain hero saves the day

One thing that I learned

is this here

When you fight, bring everything

but, leave your fear



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