Rebirth of a Nation

Rebirth of a Nation

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First, arriving in chains and shackles Mind racing; prepared for battle, in a land not my own. Stripped from my home, Humiliated, whipped, raped and frightened to the bone... In this hell; I felt alone. Then, they say 'you're free' Was I supposed to be happy? That I was working for Zero fees, tilling, nurturing, and pleading on my hands and my knees Unable to read... please! Finally, I began to fight. Fought for liberation and rights Fought not to see my brother's body dangling from Great Oaks at night Struggling to survive, vote, learn ...and, We shall overcome... someday? They didn't want me to know. When I figured it out, they implemented COINTELPRO ...and, burned down my community. But my immunity to downfall at the hand of oppression Left me standing in solidarity with those just like me. Now, the day has arrived. And, I must believe my eyes because Black Lives... They Matter If I walk up to the White House door and knocked, A brown face would answer. In a sea of faces pride spreads, Similar to the effects of cancer, but not as negative For the most part, they're letting me live What once had to be taken, some now give ...respect, admiration and the ability to have dignity. Yes, even though, some still feel the need to depict me as a monkey. We finally - THANK GOD - We FINALLY Got... us... FREE!!
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