On Their Shoulders
On Their Shoulders black-history-walks stories
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little_novice Community member
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A thank you to my ancestors

By: Me

On Their Shoulders

by Me

The sizzling sun scorched their skin

The lashes lamented their pain

Their faith in change dissipated

Would they ever be free again?

To walk, run, dance, and pray to their own god

They hoped

But the days turn into years

Years turn into centuries

So they began singing to cope

Emancipation they say no more slavery was proclaimed

They left the plantations and made their own homes

But the right to vote, work and live

Would not soon come

Their shoulders strong the wounds of change

I wear their skin proud

All the pain, torture, and humiliation

Have made these grounds

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