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If I could change the world what
I remember the girl that no one liked Because she smelled strange And her clothes were always old and torn And she was quiet and reserved Later that year she moved away and when we asked why
We live in a world of segregation Where everywhere you go its racist places I’m not just talking about your skin or complexion Also what you believe in Martin fought for equality But people don’t comprehend
Since the founding of this country, we talk about equality But really it’s hard for me to see it There’s still racism, sexism, fights against sexuality So where’s all that spoken of equality?
America is known as the land of the “free” But are you truly free if you can’t even be Who you are, with who you want? “Free,” they say? That word is just a taunt.