To Belong Is To Be


I’m cut from what James Farmer built.
Congress, what are you forgetting about CORE?
If I belong to what made William Garrison,
Why is the next candidate in a seat not
Fully reforming?

Campaign after campaign,
Promise after promise,
Talk after talk,
Ends with no results.

John Lewis is turning in his grave.
Frederick Douglass, we are lost!

The money make ‘em forget who they

Democrats got the House,
But still don’t help right the wrongs
Of old that keep African Americans in

I’m a fourth-generation “freed” slave.
Why do I belong more in prison,
Than in my family’s company?
Because I belong to a history that still
Demands justice.

I belong to what Ralph D. Albernathy is cut from.

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