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STILL STANDING



As a race of people we have gone through 5 name changes:  N- word, Negro, Colored People, Black, Afro-American and were not even considered human but other people's property.  We were often judged and still is and criticized because of the color of our skin.  That's not our sin.  We were forced to do hard labor in the fields with no minimum wage and when we refused we were paid with slashes or killed.  We were considered dirt and put out like trash even Elise the cow was treated better than me.  My ancestors had marched to make a change and Martin Luther King Jr. said " Free At Last, Free At Last Thank God All Mighty We Are Free At Last ! ".  My anecestors had to endure:  Whites Only, rape, police brutality, broken up of the family structure, the water hose and when they felt tired and had wanted to give up they kept pressing on.  They were paving the way for me so now I have to strive to be all I can be.  Klansman and others would hang them no different from the policemen killing us and justify with the excuse " They fear for their life ".  Now look at us now with a New Era March " Black Lives Matter ".  We over came and over coming ain't no mountain high enough to keep us from rising up with no indication of turning back.  I'm proud of my race, I'm proud to be a Black Young Woman even when I'm facing my adversaries because of the color of my face.  I'm growing stronger and reaching higher when they nay sayers think I can't make it.   
 

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