Go ahead.
Strangle me.
I still have a voice.
Twist my words
and they’ll still dance.
Call me red or pink.
It doesn’t matter.
I’ll still be black and proud.
Raise a loud
cheer,
drown out
the gunshot and smear
campaign.
God’s truth reigns
for men and women,
young and old
from every tribe and language
and nation and color
yes, color
every color
will stand as one,
risen from the ashes,
free of oppression,
with only one obsession
that love wins the day.
So say what you would say.
I will be me anyway.
the land flowing with MiLK
and honey
by troy cady
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