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Kenneth R. Jenkins

Hold On

 
Just in case you get this message
Be sure to tell it to the sister
Who’s down and out
Who’s lost their way,
Who no longer have hope
And now don’t care any more.
 
Just in case you get this message
Be sure to tell the brother man
Who’s lost his job,
Who’s lost hope,
Whose manhood is gone
And now he doesn’t care any more.
 
HOLD ON!
Your change is coming
So HOLD ON!
Your change is coming
So HOLD ON!
HOLD ON!
There is hope for you!
There is hope for you!
There is hope for YOU!

A poem on hope...

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CoLoR BLiNd

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the poet’s pen

o write a verse poet, to kinder the soul, to soothe it so, until we can feel every verse put to paper,
And Justice for All?

Yet we are free From slavery’s chains, And chains that bind them together What about the mental freedom you… Freedom of slave master’s whips
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