Our Freedom Will Ring

Wed, 03/27/2013 - 01:02 -- Amber_W

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60443
United States
41° 30' 33.3864" N, 87° 44' 48.5052" W

My heart races.
My hands tremble.
I know I must stand up for what I believe in.
No matter the cost.
The price is great.
But I must be free.

I thought being free was my God given right?
Why am I treated differently because I have an all year tan?
Blasphemy.
Shame.
Discrimination.
Hate.
Slander.
You've been taught to hate me.
I've been taught to hate you.
But I can't hate you, can I?

No matter what we do to each other,
Our blood runs deep within each other.

You see,
I am not just one thing.
And for not being one thing,
One brand of flour.
One brand of cake.
One brand of paint.
Paint has to be blended to get it's color.
Therefore my color is blended.
We are all blended.

And I must fight for all my blended people.
Those who hate me
And those that don't.
Fighting hate with hate isn't the solution to the problem.
We shouldn't have to fight hate with hate,
Or love with hate.
We should not be fighting.

Even though the ones that hate us may not look like us,
Our history has been forged down the line
They are our brothers and sisters.
Our ancestry reaches back to the motherland of Africa,
The shores of Europe,
The clan of the Vikings,
The varity of Romans,
We, all of us,
Are the clay of the earth.
The mixture.

In Selma, there was an outcry.
There was bloodshed.
There was fighting.
One thing remained....
Our dignity and faith.
That one day,
Let freedom ring.

And freedom will ring.
High on us.

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