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The Movement Lives On


Do you know what year it is? What century we’re in? You say racism is gone You say we all have rights Is it right for me to feel this way Everyday I feel that I am being judged Because of my gender, Because of my race, You take me back to a time of pain You take me back to a movement A movement that will be remembered for millenniums Treat me like I’m Rosa Parks? Then I will tell you, I will not get up I must take a stand Who are you to tell me who I am? I will fight for my right You will not declare what is fair I will not get up I am strong This is where I belong My people have been so oppressed So I will not get up Do not discriminate For we are all the same race Do not see the color of my skin We are all women and men The gay and the straight, We can all relate We are not the same But equal in everyway I will not get up We must take a stand For this is a movement Since 1955 with Emmet Till Things have not changed we still kill Discriminating against our own race Who says we’re good enough? Who keeps us alive? We must take a stand. Maybe just hold a hand, Together we shall overcome Not we shall But we will overcome
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