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Remember
I can’t remember a time when my people were treated like nothing and
Branded like cattle with red iron.
I can’t remember
When my people were taken from their families and homes
I can’t remember
The tribe I came from, or the way we were beaten for the way we were born.
I can’t remember
When we were colored, negro, or property.
I can’t remember but I wear the scars
No longer on my fresh but engraved on my heart, I wear the scars.
I can’t remember
The reason I’m black and proud or what inspired one man’s dream.
I can’t remember but I wear the scars
I’ll never forget what I can’t remember
These memories are the reason I push hard.
The push of my people resides in my punch.
What I can’t remember is the reason I push.
I can’t remember. But it remembers me.
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