I know not of a time when I had to be afraid because my skin was too far away from pale,

Not close enough to fare,

Where signs read Niggers beware,

I know not of a time when my child would be ripped from my arms,

Then put up by the Masta for sale,

Briefly educated about the situations of my ancestors,

What more could they ask for,

Their pain and struggling opened up many windows,

Broke down those front doors, we were once banned from entering,

Oppressed yet still strong,

Still holding on,

Because of those whom were beat,

Those who were hung and killed,

I am able to have free will,

I can sit in a classroom with the pale skinned man whose skin changes colors far more than mine, but he knows me to be colored,

I can tell him how he is wrong and not expect to see his back hand,

Because of those fallen soldiers,

I can fight the fight for knowledge,

Equality,

Opportunity,

Because of them I know not of a time when fear controls my life,

And ignorance controls the world.