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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

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