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Our Ancestors and Their Inheritance


Whippings, beatings, sickness without cure somethings they just had to endure The pain and suffering of being beaten to the floor In the fields working diligently in the blistering heat and cold While masters complained and saw them only to be bought and sold At the break of dawn the key to being safe Was to unlock silence through tunnels and escape They could not turn from slavery to freedom without the help of their fearless leader Who gave them the code and saved them from danger Those left behind were there to distract Master from searching and tracing their tracks They listened and kept the secrets in hopes to be Away from the pain and finally free Their drive for independence gave us our rights From segregation, discrimination, persecution, and strife Their struggle and demand for liberty caused us to be privileged To have respect as human beings without going through the suffrage Remember young ones the sacrifice our ancestors made Take advantage of the trail they blazed Continue to remain under God and authority And make sure striving for Jesus is the first priority
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Niecey95
This poem was brought about by my schools drive for learning and teaching about our Black History. Many are not aware of the prices made by our ancestors and I appreciate all they sacrificed for our rigts.

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