Lore Me34 (March 10,1967 / Chicago, IL. USA)
After the storm of slavery we became a brown rainbow.
A people of many different hues;
from wheat to charcoal brown.
It does matter if we are Auburn, caramel or chocolate.
We are a beautiful people.
We are the rainbow after the storm of slavery.
We are a brown rainbow.
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