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So you sit fallen head, blonde hair is now grey
In your day you marched on the streets anti the N Word
Loud and proud and bold, with us in line with you
There was blood on the books and hell fire to be paid
There were banners to be made
Compensation to be raised
You ask me now to view all people as humanity based
That there good in the core
Yet the memories stay thick and fast off the slights, the blighted looks and the outright abuse
My skin does not change shade or hair turn straight and blonde
There is a saying ''my people'' and this is where I'm from belong
My darling mother age is ok for you to step out and opt out
The emotions of it bringing shakes to the hand and worry to the mind
I will stand fist up and say proudly
They are mine, they are mine, they are mine
