Black Poetry : I, Too, Sing America O, God To Thee, The Plantation I Worked Gave Me My Deed Oh

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    I, Too, Sing America O, God To Thee, The Plantation I Worked Gave Me My Deed
    Oh the rivers upon my feet;
    The battleground of darkness ;
    That lies upon the swampy dark rivers;
    I sing American never the less my
    War begins at my feet, the blasting gun;
    The smell of death, the leaf t hat gathers in my way;
    The galloping horse, the leaves that protect me;
    The cold black river; and the smell of rotten fish
    I linker too eat.

    I, too, sing America

    The home of the free;
    The flag that waves for me; upon the skies; the national anthem
    Oh, God I give to thee;
    The hymns of victory the harks sings upon the night;
    I, too, sing America

    The mother Moses, the Jesus, who lye upon the cross
    The ropes that bond his hands and feet;
    The warriors of the night as they bring me cross

    I, too, sing America

    I cry not the battle that I wept,
    I as my brothers the test of faith
    Man shall never understand the battles I fought.
    I pledge allegiance upon the cross.
    I sing the allegiance of my Father, Oh glory;
    I sign the constitution in blood.

    Nevertheless the color code pleaded;
    a different allegiance to the flag
    However, the land I walk upon, the creations of God,
    the rivers that I walk,
    The air that I breathe, the codes of scripts,
    the legacies of the blue print written
    In Gods words; I shall set you free;
    the passage of freedom that I pledge,
    Oh say can you see;
    The almighty that fought for me,
    loyalties to the flag call Jesus;
    Indoctrination freedom.
    I, too, sing America.
    I am the son of t he sons
    The war is over I give grace to God.

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