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To the White man's image my hair is unnatural. To the Black girl's image my hair is unfashionable. Blind to the bounds they put on me, I fight to find what once was free. The devil's comb put through our hair.
Black Power I want to climb on a tower I want the whole world to hear This is what I fear Is this what the world has come to?
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