We Are Colored Poem by Clarence Williams

We
Had
An
Experience,
In 
Which we as a people had heart. Our sprit, the voice, our song! to run in a race in which some  haters didn't think we couldn't ever compete and win. 

Thur the good times, and bad choosing to be happy or allow yourself to become sad,  thur making a decision to stand up for  equality when others opt out and ran for there own safety. To be beaten, hung, whipped, stolen,  robbed, raped over and over again it was painful  tearful  and sometimes fearful. But they couldn't loose sight of  the bigger picture a goal that  change is coming.

  thur masking and pretending thur a fight to believing that we are skin, bones, blood, human a nation where color still maters a force to be raking that the race is not given to the swift but those who endure into the end thee end  we are the colored.