Strolling about the town

Walking down the street humming, listening,

I hear the pitter patter of my own feet.

My heart does not skip a beat,

No longer fearing, that the sound of my feet

May draw in a large crowd

Expecting a lynching to go down because I’m happy and brown.

I can go strolling into a store and not expect an uproar

‘cause I forgot to read a sign saying ‘’No Coloreds Allowed”.

Believers, achievers, thinkers and dreamers

Once caused quite a stir and said no more,

With blistering feet, scars on toes and noses,

Once exposed the world to warped thinking.

Trailblazers that were refined are thoughts that come to my mind

When thinking of their daring actions.

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