The Slave Who..... Alpha Omega Diallo
Blood dripping from my eyes.
Covered in blood from head to toes
but only my arrogance is exposed.
Some call me Fred, Freddy.
But my real name is Frederick.
The soul that is within me no man
can degrade.
My name is Frederick Douglass
I am the generation that
represents the frustrations
of the nations.
I am not a coward
I'm just a flower.
I am not egotistical
I'm just a political .
My name is Frederick Douglass
I'm the slave who defied his masters.
I'm the slave with a dream bigger than
this planet. The truth is simple...
If there is no struggle, there is no progress.
Those who profess to favor freedom, and yet
depreciate agitation, are men who
want crops without plowing up their ground.
They want rain without thunder and lighting.
They want rain without thunder and lighting.
They want the ocean without the
awful roar of its many waters.
Power concedes nothing without a demand.
It never did and never will.
The limits of tyrants are prescribed by the
endurance of whom they oppress.
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