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I wake up each day holding on my desires
Pushing away all forces holding me - though it tires
Sweat flowing through my brows
Standing tall - I'll not bow
King I am though my kin have strayed
God Bless America!
Where the grand homes spit on the peasent who make the ground they walk on
God Bless America!
Where black infestation is eliminated by the wonderful cops who are suppose to be protection
Make a noise and make it loud
Be black and proud
Young black men and young black women
Make a noise and let your voice be heard
And the world will see how strong we are
Wear your hair long and wear it down
I love nice things, but that doesn't mean I steal.
I dislike some people, but it doesn't mean I kill.
I live at home, but that doesn't mean I don't pay a bill.
I like to relax, but it doesn't mean all I do is chill.
Dear miss America you introduce me to some harsh ways
The things I witness at a young age
I brought you into this world I can take you out.
These are familiar words that every black child hears when they act up
The Father, our Father
clenches his jaw and whispers these words into our ears
Look at me and tell me
I didn’t fight for my rights.
Because twenty-four hours seems more like twelve rounds
And some days the bell doesn’t sound.
Their blood runs through my veins
We come from troubled wombs , our homes resemble tombs.
We come from polluted souls , our livess resemble holes.
Empty and devalued , longing for the close.
Unlike you,
my copper skin glazes in the sun.
And my almond eyes twinkle.
Unlike you,
I sweat the fruits of my labor,
and make my living plucking from your collection
of cotton.
Unlike you,
The Civil Rights Movement,
A time of lament
For the many lives lost
That stood up without a cost.
A voice for the people was what they all yearned
But many refused to rebel to avoid a worse turn.
