Yes I was hurted
And yes I was discouraged
Scourge by the sun
In the day fighting to stay alive
With all my might and understanding
With all my strength and wisdom
The night tried to take me out
Guided by the stars and stories of freedom. It could not hinder me. This is my story. A song to my people and a tribute to their struggles.
Humming when I feel most defeated and ringing up to Heaven.
Makes me lift my hands and dance
In tune and out tune and out tune and in tune. Cause nothing like freedom that liberates a soul. This is my story and our song.
About the Creator
Matthew Primous
I am a Black Scholar, International Scholar, & Google Scholar, & 3-Time Eber & Wein Best Poet., Nominee for Poet of the Year, 2020 Black Author Matters Winner, 2 time Akademia Excellence Essayists,& 2022 Honorary Muckrack Journalist.
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