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My Forefathers


Color My skin contains color and pigment And melanin turning me into The beautiful queen I am. Because I am black And I praise the other People with dark skin. Sitting, chanting and leading The fight for equal rights, Staying without leaving Sitting while defeating The enemy that is prejudice That is based on skin alone. I thank my forefathers Not Washington, but Carver, Men and women alike Shot at for blending Sprayed at for competing Against the enemy White color supremacy But I stand up and give Gratitude to the lives that Made mine as free as it flies today Thank you for sitting, Standing, marching, and preaching For me.
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