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.
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