I come from Africa as someone's personal property.
As a slave, I'm treated in many ways like an animal.
I am a non-person, belittled and must submit to others.
I am considered a jungle beast, a coon, a darky.
They called me, NIGGER.
I am now a free man and a citizen.
I have rights but they're not actually recognized.
There are Black Codes, Jim Crow laws and the Ku Klux Klan.
Yes I am free, but I am thought to be inferior and a simpleton.
They called me , COLORED.
I am finally accepted in society BUT only as a second class citizen.
I have basic human rights but very little civil rights.
The rules are unfair and Separate but Equal is the law of the land.
"We Wear the Mask that Grins and Lies", but yet we prosper.
They called me, NEGRO
I am tired. I am angry! I won't be pushed around anymore
Let's end discrimination! I will march and protest.
I demand what's due me! Revolution! Rebellion! Riot!
Destruction! Black Power! Violence! I am somebody!
I am beautiful and proud!!
They called me, BLACK
I have overcome and am highly successful in society.
There is honor, respect, recognition, credibility, and magnificent
splendor; However, many unfavorable attitudes still exist. I am still
struggling but will continue to grow. I have evolved...not arrived.
They call me, AFRICAN AMERICAN
(Author Unknown)
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