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The Destruction


The rumbling of the drums to the gathering of the clans are where we began. Mothers and fathers together as one uplifting their precious child. Culture, visions, and lives all destroyed by the opposite color, as they take us from our homeland. We came to America viewed as animals. Beaten, thrown around, & compacted like inhuman objects. Why? Why are we now the minority? Why are we put down like this? Why are we, as African Americans, unable to be strong and mighty like we started out? Why has equality vanished? Fighting for our rights is key but all we have to do is believe. Show the children of today, tomorrow and the future the reason we stand our ground. Justice, respect, equality, and freedom! Live up to the dream.
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