I Will Live On
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Put me in the sun I told them
That's where I get baked and golden
My skin, rich with jewels forbidden
Tell stories of my past and future's hidden
My roots are strong, they carry the coils of my experience
Lack no good thing, no fear, no grievance.
I'm what you call strong, but tender at the heart.
I'm what you call brave, I stack the stones so my lineage can have a start.
My pigment, my nose, my eyes, share the people of great.
My hips, my broad shoulders master the burden of evolving when it should hold hate.
They try to put me at a disadvantage, they saw my boldness, I am strong.
They saw a long time ago that success and I would definitely get along.
They know that history repeats itself and I'm rich every time it hits replay.
I'm the original demo, there's no cover or remix like me that can make you sway
It's always a gruesome day for them when I am knocked down, I get back up.
They printed out their dollar bills, but I live "God in you I put my trust"
I'm not a fall away, not a stowaway, this is my birthplace, my home.
And even when I am back to the enriched soil that created me, my legacy will still live on.
~TheRay
SN: I wrote this poem along for Black History Month.
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