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CULTURE BLACK PRIDE AFRICAN AMERICAN, BLACK, NEGRO, SLAVE WERE THE NAME THAT THEY CALLED THE ONES BEFORE ME THOSE DAYS WORKING TO THE BONE SOME ASHAMED OF BLACK RICH TONE WE’VE BOWED, SAID “YES SIR” AND WALKED STEPS BEHIND, HEAD BOWED YET INSIDE WE WERE ALWAYS PROUD WE SANG SONGS OF INSPIRATION FOUGHT DOGS, MASTERS, JIMCROW, SEGRATION BLOOD SHELID, TEARS BLENDED WITH RAIN CHILDREN FORCED INTO WOMEN HOOD, RAPED THE PAIN RUNNING IN CIRCLES, IT’S THE PRESENT YET WE HAVE NOT ESCAPED WE ARE BLACKN IT’S OUR FAITH BUT IT MUST STOP FOR OUR CHILDERNS SAKE STOP BEING HELD BACK BECAUSE OF THOSE DAYS WE ARE THE BACK BONE OF AMERICA THEY’VE SET TRENDS AND STYLES BECAUSE OF US FROM RAGTIME TO RENASSASE STRAIGHT, CURLY, PERMED HAIR WOMEN FLUNT
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ShaTee
Hey i consider myself an artist because like all artist we all have a story to tell. i express my feelings fluently with a pen and to know me is to understand my art of poetry writing
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