Enslaved we have been
Tortured we have been
Still we rise
Unrelenting we stand
Search in us
Look in our soul
Black as tar
You may think
Pure as rain
You will find
Feel our strength
It’s palpable
Taste our pride
Its heart warming
Mind over matter
They say, but
It’s the power
Of the Black race
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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