Dreams need to be made
A dream is only a dream
if it never happened. Blacks
rose to a staggered oppression.
Faces weren't unseen but truly heard.
Everything wanted to be obtain by the tormented.
As they try to fight, it became a peaceful battle.
Only to bring dreams to a reality.
No one could escape the beatings as long
as your skin color isn't as dark as it seems.
They drove into a new hope of freedom.
A victory that every black man and woman
wanted to dream. Dreams were blessed on a
great day to fight for every civil rights.
Their rights was held to a new hope for
all to dream.
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