The Perception of Mixed Slaves

 

We are the same within our hearts

But we are of different kinds.

We play different parts,

And have much different minds

 

With acceptance as our wish,

We hoped equality to follow

But we are met with minds quite brandish

So there remains only sorrow.

 

Release us into the wind

So that we may breathe fresh air.

In what way have we sinned

To deserve a life so unfair.

 

I once was too young to know

Or to even realize

That my people were treated so

By the white man and his allies.

 

We are the same within our hearts

But we are of different kinds.

We play different parts,

And have much different minds

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