Over the Line
By Christian Wills
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Time passes and the wave crashes on top of time
With a new law passed, fate was clear
Freedom, was never truly free
Even toward the North under the Golden star
They were bound to gravity by the South
As many were roped, chained, and enslaved
One soul made way to escape the injustice
And was able to tell her truth
She became the movement of a generation
Outspoken with written syndication
For liberation, of Black and Brown bodies
That bleed and believe in the freedom they seek
She became their voice, their spiritual uplift
Unearthed the unjust spirit of the wicked
All in an attempt to save her people
Bound to the higher northern lands of Canada
She spread news of journalistic views to
America Hoping to wake her up, open her eyes to see
That Black individuals are more than alive
But were people who could thrive
Despite the opposition, the mission was clear
Oppression could not silence or claim her
She overpowered the oppressor through words unheard
She overcame the injustice with a movement unchanged
And went over the line in a land unbound to limitations
Yes, she truly, went over the line
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