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[philomela]

Then there was silence
No more screams of terror
No more pain
of having to bear chains
A nation forgiven for its difference:
A people permitted to dream again

Frolicking in the light of freedom
I feel their suffering
I know the fight is not over
Afflicted with oppression and poverty
my brethren from every corner of
the terrestrial planet
call for me
call for help
and I will go
for their pain is in my blood

Once dressed in filthy rags;
hair ragged like sheep’s wool
shackles branding my wrists and ankles
I cowered before my master’s whip
crying like a child, as every lash scorched and tore through my flesh.
In the midst
of blood, dirt, and bugs
I discovered anguish
I was taught to endure

So strong I am
So glorious my existence
my blackness a shield against evil
I am here because seas of blood
parted, and I passed through
I will not fold when faced with controversies
I will not bend to wickedness
I will not turn a cold shoulder to injustice
I will stand strong
I will persevere
I am a man
A black man