It was in our walk
Each step exuded confidence
It was in our hair
A symbol of power
It was in our speech
Speaking change into existence
It was in our heart
Circulating pride within ourselves
It was in our music
Music personified the struggle
It was in our dress
Culturally distinct
It was everywhere
Soul was us
Where has the soul went
Where has the pride went
No longer a collective
Each its own entity
Walk is hindered by self indulgence
Hair is a fashion statement
Not a cultural statement
Speech is slurred
Meant for conversations not confrontations
Heart is gone
Replaced by image
Music is computer generated
Not organically created
Dress is a facade
Not a true representation
Where is our soul Black America?
Do I have to resurrect James Brown?
To bring the music back
So I could feel the struggle
To say it loud
I'm black and I'm proud
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