Past..Future?

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55429
United States
45° 4' 21.3744" N, 93° 20' 34.5192" W

Across the seven seas we rode, back and forth, back forth.
We toss, bodies aching people crying chains rattling.
Finally stopping, walking on a land we have never seen before.
We were told to walk foreword in a line. We were put a box with four wheels.
I rode off into the sunset. The sun burning our eyes, out open wounds baking in the sun.
Days, months, years, go past. Our heart aches for our loved ones.
Great news the white folks tell us we are free now. But little do we know there is a struggle ahead.
My people stand as free men and women but with no freedom at all.
I turn on the TV and what do I see, I see a man, a man with a dream, and a dream for equality.
I see a man who believes in freedom and equality at all cost.
I turn the station and see millions of color folks like me marching down the streets
I see quick clips of a woman being arrested for not giving her seat.
I see these people who look just like me fighting for people like me.
Hopefully one day these who look just like me, are treated with kindness, and equality and respect.

By Ja’Nae Smith

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