Hate, it is in the air.
It started with the Poruguese, but who knows,
Maybe they got it from somewhere.
It's mid-1600's about,
Every mothers child must follow in her footsteps,
Though her hands are bound, and nails filled with grout.
A man named Fox took notice,
But no one really heard but the quakers,
While the rest lived in ignorant bliss.
Hate, it is in the air.
Nothing happens for so so long,
And no one seems to care.
Make the clothes, raise the child,
Women marry, women cook, women sew,
But soon they'll grow- from timid and mild.
No rights since birth, but to give birth,
The world does not see but it will,
For girls are the optometrists of the earth.
Hate, it is in the air.
Legal slavery in all the British colonies is here.
It's 1750, no one thinks to ask if it's fair.
Four years later it's 1754,
Slaves are sold left, right, up, down.
A game of hot-potato when a safe, happy home is the floor.
Thomas Paine then makes an unremembered stand,
The city of brotherly love catches on too,
And advocates are rising up like crabs from the sand.
Hate, it fuels the fire.
Inspired to "remember the women" girls are learning now.
One in particular also helps the slaves' futures look less dire.
Early 1800's the future's coming, you better duck.
Slave trade is outlawed in Britian and America too.
Slaves are up on their luck, but not quite out of the muck.
Through the next 50 years we encounter Sojourner Truth,
And the man who made the telephone attacks the deaf.
While doctors tell everyone that manualism is uncouth.
Hate it is all around.
Despite any understanding gained from Brown Vs. Board of Education,
The world erupts when Rosa parks sits without a sound.
"I have a dream," he declares.
The next few amendments settle in not long after,
And only now does society sit up, no longer caught unawares.
One battle conquered, on to the next,
Women debate whether they want their rights or not
Some join the fun, while others simply watch from afar, with a look, if we're honest, that said they were a bit perplexed.
Hate, it comes in all forms.
A child's right to be born, passed 9/11, who has the right to our honor?
Obama is sworn in yet we still post to fight BLM as a social norm.
The right to an opinion, and who gets a say.
Country led by a people that can not agree to disagree,
So they storm the capital instead, wreak a little havoc then call it a day.
Slavery has stepped back for now, but Cancel Culture steps up.
Now we are "supposed" to battle for legal drugs and LGBTQ+.
Equality Act resurfaces, now religions are at war over Zoom,
Does one have the right to decline a vaccination? Debates start to bloom.
Isn't it yet enough?
Hate, does it ever end?
So so much has changed, but it never seems to fully go away.
We can only hope that our world is not digging itself deeper, but maybe, just maybe, that it's on the mend.
A/N- Wrote this for my APUSH final last year and rlly like how it turned out. Only sad I can't show the whole slideshow cuz a lot of the poem was told party through the pictures and transitions but ah well. Hope ya still like it. If anyone has s as any questions about it or the historical references feel free to ask. It goes thru the them of equal rights over the years all the way back to the 1600s. Enjoy, and remember to vote if u like it! ❤️
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