Lord, how I wept when I came uponblackpoemusic:
a land whose people thought that they
could make boats to sail the stormy
ocean between the color of my skin
and my humanity.
Thought by Henry Dumas
Lord, how I wept when I came uponblackpoemusic:
a land whose people thought that they
could make boats to sail the stormy
ocean between the color of my skin
and my humanity.
Thought by Henry Dumas
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