A taste Of Freedom
Brown, yellow , black , white
There just colors no need to fight
We are all equal in every way
So I am writing this poem because I am here to say
That freedom is a gift you see
We shed tears and blood , we didn't get it for free
So lets not take hatred to an extreme
Our civil rights started when a man said "I once had a dream"
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