When i came i heard it was the land of opportunity
But it seemed to be the land of the ignorant Ignorant to my background Ignorant to my qualities Ignorant to my skill The ground which i was born was actual ground like when your cement is torn I am a activist, a progressive, a helper and a volunteer although i have no choice I do whatever i can to pay the bills, the jobs you say i steal, are you going to be my taxi driver behind the wheel Are you gonna pick the oranges your maid peels But then i heard about other activist and progressives Trying to help people in need Seeding the earth with new ideas I thought well these people may be spared but then i realized, we are the majority And i was the ignorant By: Nazira Cisse (Bard Early College at Harlem Children's Zone Promise Academy)
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