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Dyke Stewart Poem
I'am brown, never been black, never been down.
Being called black, is a deep, dark, degrading name,
that another man gave us, while our ancestor's were still chained.
I'am brown, for the simple reason, that when the weather changes,
my skin don't change, with the season. I might turn darker, by
getting a tan, but when another man buy's one, does that make
him a black man.? Being called black, for many of years, didn't
change nothing, through hard work, sweat and tears. It simply
made you a color, not your choice, but put you in a situation,
without a true voice. Only God can judge, all of our true colors,
until then, one man's color, shouldn't be judged, by another.
Copyright © Dyke Stewart | Year Posted 2005
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Dyke Stewart Poem
Your dad loves you with all of his heart, from beginng to end, to end to start. It
hurts me so bad when your not around, but your so close to me, in a small near
town. I love you more then you will ever know, from the time you were small, until
the next time you grow. I can't give you all of the man made things, but my love for
you, brings bigger and better things. No other man can take my place, because
people see me, in your own little face. I will be your dad, for the rest of your life,
now I know that it was a great sacrifice.
Copyright © Dyke Stewart | Year Posted 2006
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