Poems about Race
They walked and walked and walked. With bruised feet, they walked. With bruised souls, they walked. With bruised hearts, they walked.
Everything was separate,
The fountains, the schools,
The tables, the buses,
Nothing was left untouched,
They came to America on a multitude of ships,
Bound in captivity by iron shackles and chains.
They say that words won't break a man
And names won't color your life and place.
But we belong to greater things.
And the critics will deride and scorn,
But we will march on,
Heading towards the freedom that will be born
Outlawing racial discrimination,
Restoring voting rights,
And having assured laws with equal protection.
Finally we have overcome,
Where man and woman can be respected no matter where they're from.