FORGOTTEN

YOU MAY HAVE FORGOTTEN WHAT I HAVE FORGOTTEN

LOST WHAT I HAVE LOST

AFRAID 

AFRAID TO MAKE A CHANGE THINKING A CHANGE WOULD BE TO 

EXPLICIT

FOR EYES TO SEE AND EARS TO HEAR

REFUSE

REFUSED TO SEE WHAT YOUR COLOR OF YOUR SKIN 

 

MAKES YOU MORE THAN LESS CONSIDER YOURSELF THE BEST

BUT YOU CANT EVEN PAST THE TEST

THE TEST THAT ARE BLACK BROTHERS AND SISTERS ONCE PASSED

 

THEY DIED

FOR US

 

THEY MARCHED 

FOR US

THEY WERE BELITTLED

FOR US

THEY PAINED 

FOR US 

SPOKE UP

FOR US

NOT EVEN AFRAID

AND THEY LAY IN THEIR GRAVE 

AND THIS IS HOW THIER REPAID

 

BY US GIVING UP

SAYING NOTHING HAS CHANGED

 

BUT WERE THE ONES

SITTING ON A CHANGE

A CHANGE TO BE  MADE

 BUT THE POWER OF CHANGE SITS WITHIN OUR 

RACE

This poem is about: 
My community

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Santayshia

LOVE THiS

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