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Diversity

By , lindon, UT
Through sorrow and pain
my ancestors came
stepping out on to new land
tears pounded the soil
like African drums
chains clinked together
songs sung
throughout the night silently they sang "Let my people go"
Is it my history that makes people do what they do?
To gawk?
To presume?
yes, I am african American





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