Marsalis

In the past there was sorrow. In the past there was hatred. In the past there was racism. And the negroes couldn’t take it. In the past there was grief. In the past there was pain. In the past there was hardship. And it had one name. It starts with an ‘I’. And it ends with an ‘E’. Hopefully you’re catching this at least subliminally. It was a road block of those who wished to believe. It was an obstacle for those who striven to achieve. It was a taker of hope. The reaper of dreams. The undertaker of success. The breaker of sewed seams. In the past there were those who wished to put a stop to this. This word of oppression. Its name was injustice.