Pride
Pride
What made some weak, made others strong
pride
The sole purpose of the segregating and the wrongs
pride
a country divided on this one word, bringing up crowds and herds
hope
the infant of pride, the graceful, the kind,
the one word that once slept in our minds
hope
one man, one dream. no, a thousand men, a thousand dreams.
pride got them there, hope let them out.
in the end,united all the colors shout.
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