THEM

Not a day goes by where I don"t think of them...
Those people like Dr. King, Malcolm X and Rosa parks. that fought with every breath and every limb...
The ones that cried the hardest tears, feared their worst fears unknown to man and still managed to live...
That was them...
Not Me, not you
Anytime unjustice was done to one of us they were there, they ain't never went no where...Thats why we here.
See, they didnt care about having scars, blouses, cars, or houses...but they cared about US
Our people.
Your People.
Their People.
And here we are.
They didn't care that they got sprayed, or got hazed until their very days
yet we're here...
And its because of them
They did it for you and for me.
And for that, we thank them.

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