We are people, we are true
We don't need your violence, neither do you
We are people, we are human
The pigment of your skin does not determine you
We are people, we are hard-working
We have things from the work that we do
We are people, we have feelings
Nothing hurts more than the bad things you do
We are people, we are alive
We move around and eat, play, as well as say "goodbye"
We are people, we make sounds
We play instruments to make beautiful music that lights up the ground
We are people, we write and act
To show expression in other ways words lack
We are people, we sing and dance
To show emotion and feelings that we cannot express
We are people, we are people
-A/N- Thanks for reading, it means a lot to me. Hope you liked the poem.
P.S. I recommend watching the video, it really brought a smile to my face.
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Harlem Renaissance: We Are People
PoetryThis is a short poem I wrote in middle school when my teacher was lecturing the class about the Harlem Renaissance. This poem does not only apply to that era, but for today as well.
