| FREEDOM : I am an African American, �Oh say can you see�� I am a born citizen, That doesn�t mean I�m free. Because my freedom is rated, By the color on my back, My freedom is only leveled, By the fact that I am black. This freedom is elusive, Not as giving as it seems. It�s not like the strong hold of liberty, That were in my ancestor�s dreams. Many of my people fought and died, To let all freedom ring. So that they would be equal to all others, And not the lesser thing. Harriet Tubman created the path. King Jr. kept the fight. They along with many other�s, Fought for human rights. Yet still I need this special help Just to be considered the same And some still judge me by my skin Before knowing my name. This is not true freedom. Freedom is not a gift. It�s something we were born with, But in our hearts it drifts. It should travel through the darkest valleys. And bring hope everywhere. God designed us to be free, So why isn�t freedom here? I am a human being I was born in the USA. I shouldn�t have to pray that freedom, Will touch us everyday. Some say we DO have freedom. But I have to disagree. Cause freedom aint at all freedom, If it ain�t really complete. What I�m saying is not a lesson. It is not just a simple thought. It�s something that needs to be understood, Not something that is taught. I know freedom is in the future, It was wanted in the past. It is wanted in the present still, To come and stay and last. (C) copywritten 2004 |
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