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So Far, Yet Not


Free at last, free at last! Thank God almighty, we are free at last! That’s what I want to say But it’s not the truth I mean the whole truth Civil Rights More than Dr. King Rosa Parks Malcolm X African Americans fighting for their rights Those inalienable rights So desired Freedom Riders Risking safety Knowing Alabama residents sit in waiting Who are you? Know you’re place You WON’T achieve Your ARE nothing You’re just the HELP They stood up though Stood for their rights And the world stood with them Not only for African Americans Every oppressed group in the world No longer would one group determine another’s fate Who am I? A modern day student A young African American woman Educated Charismatic But not all know this reality If our heroes were alive Would they be proud? Or would they be disappointed? To come so far Unified as a people But slowly and gradually The gap widening Society placing expectations upon us To be gangsters Drug dealers Video Vixens Leeches That is not what Civil Rights fought for That is not who we are Change the pace Make a change So when we shout Free at last, free at last! Thank God almighty, we are free at last! It’s reality
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