This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Duke chapter.
Our race abused
In the land of the free.
Our heritage held hostage
By their hate.
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Our families torn
For their prosperity.
And our peace came
Ten decades much too late.
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No shortage of pain,
For it never sleeps.
A fierce need to ease
Our sweet plague of pain.
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Unarmed, our people,
But shot in the streets.
A fruitless hunger
For it all to change.
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Our brothers falling
Under a metal rain.
Our babies soothed
By a gun’s soft song.
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The white man and his “burdens”
Cause our pain.
But we still have hope
That we will belong.
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We keep fighting
Till we can fight no more
Because our black lives
Will matter for sure.