My Land
by Being True
Land of the free. Home of the brave.
I have reached America
but I am still a slave.
My skin, brown, black, olive, tan
is intertwining
with the color conscious man.
What's more is that I am a
Woman who has to demand respect.
I don't know how much longer I can take this.
It is starting to effect...
Land of the free. Home of the brave.
I have reached America but
I am still a slave.
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