I am born of black color

Descendant of slaves, 

Who worked and cried so I can see better days

Who fought and ran

So I can be free to see better days.

Better days are here, so they say

So why am I still working, running, fighting and crying?

For my better days?

Or is it so my descendants can know of the work I'm putting in

For their better days?

-Angela Jobe