– From whips and skin-splitting lacerations
And ships and being taken from our nations.
– From hard times and a life of doom;
Being placed in our own restrooms.
We were segregated, separated, and hated.
Our beauty is understated.
– From our children being torn from the arms of their mothers;
And running away from slave hunters.
– From Jim Crow laws and not giving up our seats;
And being scared to plant our feet.
– From being beat
Again and Again and AGAIN.
From the curse,
Of black skin.
The anger within.
The future and history.
– To having our families back.
Finally it’s not a crime to be black.
And although we still suffer;
We must remember,
How incredible we are.
Our bodies built this nation,
We carry the scars!
To all my brothers and sisters,
Mrs. And Mr.’s;
Take this day
To be proud;
To love being black — Out loud.
Here’s to being allowed!
We are AMERICAN;
And we will be so in our own skin.
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