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Goodbye Racists!


Walking up to the 113 year old school

Our histroy of racism is still in rule

Rebel flags slash through the air

As certain kids shout we don't care

The American flag is forced to hide

As certain kids shout the south will rise

They claim to be proud of this heritage

They tell us to learn our history again

Walking down the halls covered in dark skin

The other kids stare because dark isn't in

We try to give our opinion on the flag

But they push us all the way down to the back

Only one or two teachers help speak the truth

Only 30 plus teachers say I don't know what to do

We comtinue our fight for what is right

All the way down to graduation night

I wave bye to the racists

Goodbye to their repulsive faces

I walk away with a grin

I hope to never see them again

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