History
Called by a derogatory namesBecause my skin is black
Knowing all men are created the same
How uncivilized is that
To raid lands
Taking people against their will
Did it make you feel like a man
Seeing all the blood spill
Whips cracking the air
Chains dragging the ground
Off into darkness they stared unaware
Of the future they were now bound
Made into slaves
To do masters will when told
Still fighting so brave
Beaten and left in the cold
All the while you learned from them
So how can one figure
That your skin is better blend
That you can call me a nigger
When in the past
So many died just for a change
And so I ask
Has any progress been made
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