Colors Of My People
A poem About Struggle
Look at the colors!
Black - For the people.
Red - For the bloodshed that brought hope.
Green - For the plush fertile land, which
was taken from us.
I look back and see how it must be,
Living in a world that wasn’t yours to see.
Stripped of all rights,
Chained out of sight.
300 plus years of straight oppression,
With no hope of a confession.
Freedom came! But, how to live?
Tell me really...
Was freedom right to give?
The answers are hard to find
Because they way they set us free,
Was in the wrong state of mind.
Set free like some animal,
Because you were mad
The north won the battle!
Well, look at us now,
Some of us are even stars.
The decades of struggle made us strong.
Knowing,
All we need to do is hold on.
Life for us still ain’t easy.
But, the colors tell it all!
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