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I Sing of Thee

my country tis of thee
allow me to speak unapologetically
courageous and daring in my
dark brown discriminated skin
nine ether curls, i smirkishly grin
residing in country in a state of not enough love 
exerting way too much hate 
incapable of properly correcting sin
people lost and confused
where does one begin
why can't we all be judged for what's within
sweet land of liberty what is happenin'
i sing of thee
breaking chains of mental slavery
i've never witness such inequality
what has, will have been
isn't it up to us to exalt honor and self-discipline

my country tis of thee
i speak unapologetically
walking with my head high respectively
land where my ancestors fought and died
land where the descendants took pride
odd, but threatening to some is
my pigmented skin and my stride
i have nothing to hide
science teaches there's always light to the dark side
are all women and men not born free

my country tis of thee
sweet land, what happened to your liberty
i sing of thee
freedom will ring
i sing

Copyright © Anita Wilson | Year Posted 2020

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Silent One Date: 10/15/2020 2:09:00 PM Briliant poem... hope freedom does ring... Login to Reply Anita Wilson Date: 10/16/2020 10:57:00 AM Thank you Silent One! :-)

Rico Leffanta Date: 10/15/2020 12:56:00 PM Way back in the 1950s, I was at a sidewalk cafe in Paris when two Americans happily bumped into each so they could complain about the French. Then they started in on each other, one was from the North, the other from the South, on and on until they found a reason to despise each other. It isn't the colour of your skin, but American desperation to look down on SOMEONE! Aloha! Rico Login to Reply