Quintessence of African American
Tis of thee.
Bittersweet land, apparition of liberty.
So long withheld from me…
Of thee I see
Land where my fathers died,
Land where the pilgrims cried.
A pretense of courtesy,
But held disdain deep.
Likewise, today people in positions of authority
When will you unchain the shackles: mentally
Historically, and physically
That bind us
Civilly to hypocrisy.
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