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Rise Child

For we must walk many miles

Ain't no time to eat

We work all the time

No time to rest our feet

For what keep our flare up is this dream...

Full of  imageries and the thought of us being free

Just one of dem days

...So rise child

Wipe those eyes that were drenched in sleep

Clear those nasty thoughts

Of master and being beat

For soon we shall be free

Hold my hand let us sing

For we gonna hear the sound of victory

Our victory

The one we own

Not stole

Lord Child, I hear it coming!

But don't you ever forget where you from

And don't forget what you went through

Do forget the sufferings...

And do forgive whoever done badly to you

Neva bring shame to the shade of you skin

Ya hear me gal? Neva!

For you are, oh, so lucky to have

Because many years from now...

Ain't a day go pass, where your skin ain't

Recognized for its very past.

...So rise child

That mountain we must climb

And we will hear that liberty bell rings each and every time.

Oh Lord, I hear it coming!

© 2014 by _Patricia Etienne
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