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That I Sing
Even though bottles and rocks at me they threw
growing up every 4th of July I wore red white and blue
My love for you has waxed and waned like the moon
I am a jilted lover trying not fall in love again too soon
Slavery, Jim Crow and even now my people you do offend
However; from all enemies , foreign and domestic it is you I will defend
I will fight you when you are wrong
and pray my faith in you will remain strong
But, in the end like a Cardinal in late spring
it of you America, that I sing
growing up every 4th of July I wore red white and blue
My love for you has waxed and waned like the moon
I am a jilted lover trying not fall in love again too soon
Slavery, Jim Crow and even now my people you do offend
However; from all enemies , foreign and domestic it is you I will defend
I will fight you when you are wrong
and pray my faith in you will remain strong
But, in the end like a Cardinal in late spring
it of you America, that I sing
Published 3rd Jul 2021
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6th Jul 2021 3:57am
6th Jul 2021 4:17am
I am 63 = I remember that day in '65 on my way to 1st grade-being called the N-word and having rocks and bottles thrown at me. Imperfect as America is-she is my home.
9th Jul 2021 10:39pm
9th Jul 2021 10:42pm
