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Made Me who I am


For many years, looked down upon as slaves Whites pointed the finger and said how to behave Thankfully, King stood up for those who could not Instead of allowing those slaves to rot He told the world that he had a dream Then proceeded with his civil rights scheme Rosa Parks went to jail for a seat on the bus Looking to no one but herself for the needed trust Their efforts made a difference for what I see Their changes allowed my parents to be White woman, black man take their little girl's hand I hope if I lived back then, I would have taken a stand.
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