Selma, Alabama
March 7, 1965

I reside in a world abundant of racial schism
Neighborhoods and businesses all in segregated divisions
Where a caucasion's mission is to keep us interred in the slums
Assaying to circumscribe our rights and force us to succumb
For many years, treated my people like mere nulities
And confined or slayed the learders that questioned thier authrority
Makes me nocturnally dream of no longer being discerned
Living with mirrored freedom as the world continues to turn

We march to Alabama capitol to stand up for our rights
Refuse to live enduring misfortune without a good fight
Crosses the bridge, but little did we know, on the other side
Was a Police barricade waiting for the group to arrive
Persisted marching in valor as they shouted "Turn Back Around"
Before I knew it, several tear bombs ricocheted off the ground
One explodes before me and the gas swiftly suffusses the air
Vision impaired, thick fog got me temporarily blind
Hearing my brothers cries echoing wildly in my mind
News media gettin every minute of the pernicoius assault
But didnt stop unreluctant police from ceasing the onslaught
Shrit over my mouth, crawling, trying to elude the attack
But rapidly halted in my tracks, after a bullwhip across the back
Tearing away at my clothing and breaching the surface of my skin
Body feels insensible, languished, like its about to give in

All we wanted was peace and nothing but chaos unfurled
Struggled and strived for us all to live in a mirrored world

You have just been through the mind of a black man during the Civil Rights Era.

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