Change

Sat, 02/08/2014 - 21:47 -- Tyrellb

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If there was something I could change

What would it be

The mindset of so many

Displaying their animosity

 

Loathing and contempt

Or just simple indifference

Not caring we truly exist

Due to our deliverance

 

Of being bound in chains

From their ancestors’ atrocity

Or doing their toil with no pay

Looked upon as bartered property

 

But even now several years gone by

Still poisoned thoughts remain

These fools of utter ignorance

Brutal lies etched on their brain

 

And after the struggle, we persevered

But what used to be -- some still see

Not recognizing our equal worth

Our intelligence, our integrity

 

Racism…. like an insolent weed

Its seeds planted eras ago

Refusing to die, tho’ withered slight

Eliminate nurturing and it won’t grow

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