Our Fight
Who am I?
But the color of my skin
the coarse of my hair
the fullness of my lips
Am I more?
Apparently not
Since that's all the reason they need
to discriminate
find reason to hate
me, or better yer,
my ethnicity
But what did I do?
What did i say?
To deserve the white men
treating me this way
I was born...
with the skin of the earth
not silky ivory
that's what i did
what caused me to be
inadequate
in the eyes of this nation
but I'll fight
until my last breath
to ensure my children's future
be not filled with a burning-cross death
For the future doesn't deserve
what we went through
We'll fight for our rights
for us and for you
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