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“Frederick Douglass, the educator, the fighter, the Civil Rights Leader
It was around the year of 1818,
when I was born, yes it was.
Life was not an easy one,
when you are born into slavery’s jaws.
When I was young,
it was so tragic.
My mother passed away,
as if by magic.
Eventually I was sent far,
from the home I came to know.
To the home of Hugh Ald,
where my knowledge began to grow.
Sophia taught me the alphabet,
and after that I knew.
My world would be changed,
and my goal I would pursue.
When Hugh didn’t like my lessons,
a path I began to weave my own,
I went around the area,
and found someone to atone.
I began to read and write,
something someone like me shouldn’t do.
Many tried to stop me,
but I would see it through.
Others caught on,
and before I knew it,
many had gathered,
ready for my knowledge to emit.
While some were enthusiastic,
with the lessons I taught.
Others wanted simply to,
take it out with a swat.
While they did extinguish us,
and make us scatter.
I would prove to them,
that color does not matter.
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