Civil Rights Scholarship
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Some say We march to the beat of our own drums
Some say We march to the beat of our hearts desire
Some way We march to the beat of an impending dirge
We still march.
Some say Their march was the catalyst
You wake up every morning
as the world starts learning
that change is a virtue
leading with no argue
Words, just words a man speaks,
but they cradle me in wonder.
Maybe if I wait a little longer
and I march a little stronger