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And in bondage they were-

Then they started to rebel

They fought and they worked

For they were not to be sold

They were not for sale

They were beautiful

They created beautiful things, you see?

They did things beautifully –

For they were made to be free

So through the fight some struggled

Through the fight some died-

Through the battle they sang-

Through the battle they cried.

Freedom Rang its final ring

They believed freedom had finally come

To live on a war ground where they fought –

And realize they are right where they started from.

The pain and the tears they cried

For they thought they had come so far-

And in bondage my people were-

And In bondage my people are

But we shall overcome the history

While keeping it in mind –

We shall soar across mountains

And peace we shall find.

And once we rise above all

And above our troubles we soar

My people will finally be free

And in bondage no more.

This poem was submitted by Patrick B. Evans II

Patrick B. Evans II is a 19 year old native from Hueytown, Alabama; a city located right outside of Birmingham. Patrick is currently attending Alabama State University, and has been accepted to Samford University’s ESEC Program to further his studies. He currently works as a paraprofessional in the Jefferson County School System, with the goal of becoming an Elementary School Teacher. His ultimate vision is to one day open his own school. He is passionate about writing and reading poetry. He loves music, television and film that showcases black excellence and culture.