Red, White, Black and Blue
It was supposed to mean equality.
It is meant to be the Red White and Blue's main policy,
So why is it I feel like a minority.
Give me Liberty or Give Me Death, they screamed
To their very last breath.
Wars were waged and,
People were enraged.
All for what?
For my people to be enslaved?
All men were created equal, yet we were possessions.
We were looked down upon and forced into oppression.
We couldn't understand the reason for our suppression.
But we rise out of every transgression.
If only you could see their facial expressions
For all those wars and battles, movements and walks, slowly the success of our people became a new obsession.
And since the only way from here was up, we continued on our progression.
We made it our patriotic duty,
To make the fathers of our country proud of our community.
For America is our land.
A place for us to mark our brand.
Copyright © Lizzy Omolaja | Year Posted 2016
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