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FREE AT LAST

For centuries minorities have had to live in the manacles of segregation

Remembering, thinking, about living on a lonely island of poverty

Exiled in his own land

Each day brings us closer to being free from our chains of discrimination

Demanding freedom but in a peaceful manner searching for a joyous daybreak

Opposing those who do not let us search for the pursuit of happiness

Minority, we are, but Thank God Almighty, we are free at last.



 

A poem I wrote freshman year of high school. Hopeful for the future. We have a long way to go...

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