Everyone has a path
Everyone has a destiny
What were my people’s?
When they were shipped away
Treated like animals
Looked at like they were beasts
They were new
Never seen before
They were bonded together
By the shackles of their oppressor
They were oppressors once
Then, they became the oppressed
The judged, the scorned
The hated, the overworked
"Why, why?"
Is the cry of the weary
"How, when?"
Is the cry of the confused
But these are not all questions of sorrow
These are questions of revolution
How are we getting out?
When are we to fight back, for us?
Soon the cry became louder and louder
Until it couldn't be ignored
It soared up to the Heavens
And propelled back down to Earth
Back into the minds and hearts of millions
The struggle was on
The fighting, the speeches
The hoses, the preaches
The pain…
But the joy, the joy was immense
The feeling of succeeding for once
Was too great to contain
The victory now lives on
In me, in my parents
In my future
Thank you, thank you
A million times “Thank you!”
For fighting for my future, my dreams and my spirit
You struggled for me
And the struggle was real.