Opportunities arise every day, But we are often too caught up In our own mess to notice them. We seek drama to crazy levels. Then when we can't breathe, We blame them. We act up on the job In the
Tell me, When you look at me, What do you see? Do you see my talents, Condemned to silence, Or a street hood drowning In crime and violence; A Negro-not-quite-American On the wrong side of the fence, Locked away in
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