I Came

I came from Egypt from dusk and sand. I succeeded on the thought of knowing i can. If chains can rust and minds can grow, i will be even more proud of a race who because of their skin was put so low.

But we succeeded and rose above the stereotype. We was the first and last who gave this world color. Only white not now, thanks to our mother.

We had our astronomers who gazed at the stars. The north one, which led us to where we are. The king our kings love the queens of the nation and protected them with a iron fist, not with a long thin whip. If we can fight not in a war but in a battle of minds our people will grow stronger and forever be remember in time.


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