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Rights


Who are they to judge me? Who are they to conspire against me? The KKK, no shame, despising me and laughing in my face. Until a man with a dream told me to stand up, Colors of light, rays of hope. A colored woman riding the bus, could be the Freedom Express. "To the back", they said. She refused and stayed. Who are they? Taking her, arresting her, but never changing us. We are who we are. We are all brothers and sisters Created in one Man's image. That did not matter for them They still hated me but I still dreamt. Dreamt of the fight I would give, equality Dreamt a beautiful dream. I believed that one day it would become Reality.
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