History
History is that token word
We pass between our lips,
And the reason why its so absurd
Its heard by those it missed ...
All other immigrant's can trace
Their roots beyond our shore,
But color seems to state a case
That's painful to endure...
By generation's loosing touch
Of how it should have been,
As young adults become the crutch
Of now as they pretend...
That theres a new beginning
Hence the past is way behind,
But their ignorance is forgetting
That its yesterday in mine...
How can " We The People"
Stand for something that its not,
When the ones who feel unequal
Know its people had been brought...
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