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I’m a Negro and A Hero


Left without a life to spare From birth on this earth without freedom Shattering my blood on dirt with the same color of my skin And I think on my kin 1 million white men with a grin on their face Thinking I’m such a disgrace And I’m supposedly not worth it I’m strong Not wrong For wanting what I want And as I fought I thought “Black with a Belligerent Spirit” And I’m supposedly not worth it All the discrimination in this nation Led to the United States devastation It’s a mess with Lincolns stress I must ignore cuz I value more than I can afford But money, slavery, not even the drapery on my back don’t make me It’s just my bravery So I am definitely worth it!
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SilkiaC
This is a poem that I decided to write on my thoughts about an African American at the time of the civil rights movement.

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