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Since rock of ages, Our roots you slay; Treating us like slaves. Is it for our race, We hath been lace? Our color thy trace, Grouping us in a place; A place of discomfort. Seeking for peace, Hiding our beautiful faces; For we have not a space. Going everyday wave, Ought we there have; The vigour to save. O ye people of black race! Weep not of the past, For one day we will be grace; And this adversity will be dave.
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May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 10:31 AM UTC
My Race