Who Am I? (For Black History)
Who am I or should I say what have I become,
Well lets take a look at where I came from,
I am a beautiful African American, born into a legacy of African American men and
women who were slain, spit on, stepped on, and beat,
Yet through it all we remained in faiths seat,
not just hoping but also knowing that one day God will see us through,
So if your thinking it made us strong then yes, it's true,
it also built within us wisdom and virtue,
And now we fly across the open sea shore,
Past the oceans we sore,
So with our hands we raise,
Because we know it's Jesus who's worthy of our praise,
In liberty we stand to bless His name,
Together we stand in unity to proclaim,
That we are NOT a product of our past,
But because of Jesus Christ we are free at last,
Not just from slavery, but for the right to live, the right to learn, even the right to
display such bravery.
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