This is not a prophecy
Nor a threat
But this is a hope
A belief
That someday soon, they will rise

Those who have been stepped on
Shackled
Enslaved
And killed
For the color of their skin

They were once sold to work
To perform
To fight
To pleasure
To sweat
And finally to die

But someday soon
They will emerge
Emerge from the darkness
Of the cocoon of servitude

And they will be as beautiful as the sun
As bright as the moon lighting up the night
A beacon to those still yearning
For freedom
For a chance to be seen and counted equal

They will emerge from that tomb
Where those in power today
And their fathers
And their forefathers
Banished them

And what will emerge will be magnificent
And their scars will be badges of honor
And through the centuries of learning
Of catching up

They will be what they always wanted
What they deserved to be..







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