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The New Jim Crow


When will America be the land of the free? When will liberty and justice For all become equality and opportunity? Who am I who mumbles Through the shackles that ring vividly Through the veins of so many? I am the new Jim Crow, Not the old one, the pioneer who Will anchor across the rivers and oceans, I am the Negro who would Unlock chains and unleash dreams. As I set foot on the home of the brave, I will be the new Jim Crow Who will not stain the steel of freedom. I will co-exist in a world where Negros pray to an Anglo God, And will not be the shadow of a shining light. How can the devil look so much like an Angel when it smiles? Much like David in his biblical triumphs versus Goliath, Plessy versus Ferguson united African American as we stood as the proud underdogs, Never willing to take the back seat for what was morally unjust. The new Jim Crow will release the Courage that African Americans stand for, As a symbol of what America truly is A fighting entity that stands up for their beliefs Regardless of its motherlands oppressive forces, I am the New Jim Crow
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ksantana39
my view on segregation in america

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