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We the soil are witnesses to their turmoil

Trapped within the soil Told stories filled with turmoil Carrying the weight of black history But it honours their memory By always remembering By never forgetting Soaked by the tears of the enslaved Waiting, hoping, praying to be saved The ground an unknowing witness To them being worked to death But in awe of their perseverance Throughout the years One thing that remains clear To the soil is that just because things have progressed Doesn't mean life for black people is perfect Racism still exists It went from slavery to incarceration To it being prevalent throughout the system Racism just evolved through each generation We the soil see everything And hold the key To untold black stories

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