Rose of all Roses
She was a Rose
A beautiful, brown Rose
She stepped up on the bus of separation
She sat down, for our freedoms
She rode the mistreated waves of segregation
She quietly refused, for our people
And on that day,
With the power of our beautiful, colored ancestors,
Invested in her veins
She spontaneously rose, for our rights
She was a Rose
A beautiful, brown Rose
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