Colored And Brave


I am colored and brave
I wonder why
I hear the master's blood-stained whip
crackle against my bare skin
I see freedom just beyond the border
I want the end
I am colored and brave
I pretend to have power beyond my master
I feel the pain pierce through me
I touch the scars reaching a peak on my back
I worry they will find me
I cry all day and all night
I am colored and brave
I understand nothing about slavery
I say no to my master as he reaches
for the whip in the high cupboard
I dream in fear
I try not to think of the pain
I hope for the end
I am colored and brave

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