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We Are The People
Racial Discrimination
Bigotry it’s sad correlation
Such an unpleasant topic since the beginning of creation
Even the narration
Has been society’s own downfall castration
These words have never gotten the props of a backseat stagnation
To despise coloration of one’s skin is a mental sickness infestation
No jest or reasons for this unfair formulation
The ancestry history of blacks caught, and netted
Future landed to be sweated
Savagely molested
American is still indebted
Free Labor
Creating Mental Enablers
Ships crossing the seas
A new land in time dividing immediate families
Held back
And they say black skin doesn’t crack
The Master’s whip killed that fact
And you ask what their race have contributed by their hands
For them to come so far across to a foreign land
Patents of greatness still used to this day
History books not noted...hum, you don’t say
Native Americans
The warriors of the land
Hospitality to the Pilgrims helped them as best they can
Hunted for their food
In the end bit off more than they could chew
Corn to Maze
I showed you how
A feast of Thanksgiving
Your gun was our final bow
Smallpox to the blankets, your hatred, injustice, killed off our history
Not even a statue on a reservation to show our people. Our contributions were never an unknown mystery
The extermination of the Jews
The master race never had Hitler fooled
An ethnic group of people prayed within their synagogues
Until we marched in line to our death one by one
The beginning of our inhuman Holocaust
The Star of David we held on until we fell from inhaled gas or physical exhaust
Concentration Camps
Our precious skin made from lamps
Anne Frank very thankful for the diary of your daily journey
Hidden from sight in a time of discord during a cleansing urgency
Racial Discrimination
Its silent cloak built on a separatism foundation
The meaning of hate divides us all
As we continue to stand under God’s Law
Get wise people or we all shall fall
Histories have been bought, told, and sold
Heaven will not allow these two words to exist, so I’ve been foretold
No skin color is passing through them Pearly gates
The spirit of your soul I tell you this time after time is your fate
Yet we still accept
From each generation until its death
County Clubs privatizations
Some schools still practice segregations
Color Barriers Denigrations
Racial profile defamations
The translation in regard to this relation
Takes me back to the cotton field plantations
Races have been slaughtered
Your presence at times feels like a fish out of water
Will you accept me as I am
Only God tempers the winds of the land
On my death bed I want to say I loved all no matter of skin color
I see that blinding light, wait, it’s getting duller
No…no…no what have I done
You accepted yourself, your race, but my children do not come as one
Love all
Therefore, one day when you get that final blessed call
You can look back
With no regrets of a payback
The exemplary of my life should be made into a bronze plague
I may not have been a Harriet Tubman in my day
But I provided the necessitation of life to allow races to walk alongside me never deterring their way
Embracing the person never the race
I closed my eyes to accept my calling with a Heavenly smile on my face
#CelebratingBlackHistoryMonth
1st Edition (Published 17th Mar 2019-Racial Discrimination)
Bigotry it’s sad correlation
Such an unpleasant topic since the beginning of creation
Even the narration
Has been society’s own downfall castration
These words have never gotten the props of a backseat stagnation
To despise coloration of one’s skin is a mental sickness infestation
No jest or reasons for this unfair formulation
The ancestry history of blacks caught, and netted
Future landed to be sweated
Savagely molested
American is still indebted
Free Labor
Creating Mental Enablers
Ships crossing the seas
A new land in time dividing immediate families
Held back
And they say black skin doesn’t crack
The Master’s whip killed that fact
And you ask what their race have contributed by their hands
For them to come so far across to a foreign land
Patents of greatness still used to this day
History books not noted...hum, you don’t say
Native Americans
The warriors of the land
Hospitality to the Pilgrims helped them as best they can
Hunted for their food
In the end bit off more than they could chew
Corn to Maze
I showed you how
A feast of Thanksgiving
Your gun was our final bow
Smallpox to the blankets, your hatred, injustice, killed off our history
Not even a statue on a reservation to show our people. Our contributions were never an unknown mystery
The extermination of the Jews
The master race never had Hitler fooled
An ethnic group of people prayed within their synagogues
Until we marched in line to our death one by one
The beginning of our inhuman Holocaust
The Star of David we held on until we fell from inhaled gas or physical exhaust
Concentration Camps
Our precious skin made from lamps
Anne Frank very thankful for the diary of your daily journey
Hidden from sight in a time of discord during a cleansing urgency
Racial Discrimination
Its silent cloak built on a separatism foundation
The meaning of hate divides us all
As we continue to stand under God’s Law
Get wise people or we all shall fall
Histories have been bought, told, and sold
Heaven will not allow these two words to exist, so I’ve been foretold
No skin color is passing through them Pearly gates
The spirit of your soul I tell you this time after time is your fate
Yet we still accept
From each generation until its death
County Clubs privatizations
Some schools still practice segregations
Color Barriers Denigrations
Racial profile defamations
The translation in regard to this relation
Takes me back to the cotton field plantations
Races have been slaughtered
Your presence at times feels like a fish out of water
Will you accept me as I am
Only God tempers the winds of the land
On my death bed I want to say I loved all no matter of skin color
I see that blinding light, wait, it’s getting duller
No…no…no what have I done
You accepted yourself, your race, but my children do not come as one
Love all
Therefore, one day when you get that final blessed call
You can look back
With no regrets of a payback
The exemplary of my life should be made into a bronze plague
I may not have been a Harriet Tubman in my day
But I provided the necessitation of life to allow races to walk alongside me never deterring their way
Embracing the person never the race
I closed my eyes to accept my calling with a Heavenly smile on my face
#CelebratingBlackHistoryMonth
1st Edition (Published 17th Mar 2019-Racial Discrimination)
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