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You fools who are leading us do not know your heritage . Our forefathers fought to liberate themselves from forced labour . They killed the wicked slavers and burned down the Great Houses .
Crattled little baby Not enough to change diapers The list goes on, luckily it was hyper Eagerly to jump to oppurtunities were their was none elevated from the oppresion that it have won 
We are black, The bridges extended to the other side And obstacles were placed in our path to go across, Yet we still made it to the shores and over the borders, Our shoes approached the welcome mat
My mother was a white womanbut a woman, all the same. For years, I never thought much of white womenIn fact, I didn’t think of them much.
Dear ears that are listening, and eyes that read me wrong.   No I am NOT the black girl "video vixen" that throws it back to the beat of every song.  
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