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The Right to Fight


It all began with the owning of slaves. The many strong willed souls oh so brave. Brave enough to escape into the night on that Underground Rail Road, searching for a better life. Then the Freedom Riders took those bus rides down Sourth. Trying to help African American get an education to get better jobs, And keep food in their mouths. Rosa took that seat and wouldn't budge. Martin showed everyone they shoudn't judge. Malcolm may have taken the wrong approach, but he knew that African American's rights were not a joke. Many people fought and gave their lives, And because of that they gave me my right. My right to learn and better myself. My right to show everyone my inner weath. They gave everyone the right, To fight for a better life.
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