An echo of growth: a song on the black family.
We are the children of children of the fields. We are the chorus. To the world’s surprise we still laugh and play. And although we grow stronger each day,
Our hands are tired and legs weary, but our spirits are willing.
The complex tune of black family is chilling. An echo simple to those who have lived the various notes. To those who laugh in harmony and cry the blues. To those who won’t stop singing. Won’t you join in on the chorus? come celebrate (Continue Reading)
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