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A good poem by a 13 year old (me). |
| [Introduction]
I had a dream. I didn’t live to please People who don’t let me speak I wouldn’t kiss the feet Of those who had me pled Of those who had me beat Of those who couldn’t feed Slaves like me I have a belief If I mistreat My master, even slightly It would be The end of me. But I’ll hold On to my hope On to believing Even when whites say I dreaming Because I had a dream. Thank you, Martin Luther King (Jr.) |
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