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In This Room by Chasity James

Featuring an up and coming young poet.


In this room
I learned that the key to my future
Is the struggles of my past
Right in this room
I learned that every one of my ancestors' beatings
Waz for me to be free
This day
I learned even though we have a long way to go
Never let your culture die
The drums my ancestors beat
Beats in our hearts
The love our ancestors gave
Still survives on this land
We as African Americans
Have to grasp onto it
I learned right in my blood stream
Lives the power of kinds and queens royalty
Freedom fighters that were in nightmares
Are now in heaven claiming their victory
I learned in this room
That freedom comes from knowledge
The knowledge of my ancestors
Never let your culture die
Their knowledge lives on in us!

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