It makes me laughIt makes me cryTo think that youTo think that IWill ever beTo those who seeOur skin so darkA cursed markNo more than apesArousing gapesAnd verging nearAlways with fearUnless we're chainedThey've never deignedTo take our sideBut rather bideThat time would flyAnd couch their lieUntil such dayWe go away |
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It makes me laughIt makes me cryTo think that youTo think that IRemain in hopeThat we might copeWith centuriesUnheeded pleasAnd false reportsIn lying courtsWhile looking backAt being BlackFail to createApproving fateAccepting guileDisguised in smileWould rather weepThan work to reapOur legacyOf victory
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R.A. Cummings (2005)
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