{"id":462,"date":"2019-05-19T20:45:51","date_gmt":"2019-05-19T20:45:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.iforcolor.org\/word\/?p=462"},"modified":"2019-05-24T23:14:33","modified_gmt":"2019-05-24T23:14:33","slug":"we-shall-be-heard-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.iforcolor.org\/word\/we-shall-be-heard-2\/","title":{"rendered":"We Shall Be Heard"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>we shall be heard * by Conni Blair<\/p>\n<h1 style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #333399;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-321\" title=\"CONNI PhotoFunia-7a901e\" src=\"https:\/\/iforcolor.org\/word\/wp-content\/uploads\/CONNI-PhotoFunia-7a901e2.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"500\" height=\"354\"><\/span><\/h1>\n<h3><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\"><em>When my course is charted <\/em><\/span><\/h3>\n<div>\n<div>\n<h3 style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\"><em>When my story is told <\/em><\/span><\/h3>\n<h3><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\"><em>When I am revered <\/em><\/span><\/h3>\n<h3 style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\"><em>And have grown tired and old Tell no tales of my life <\/em><\/span><\/h3>\n<h3><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\"><em>Let only truth toll the bell <\/em><\/span><\/h3>\n<h3 style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\"><em>Tell of my grace and my beauty <\/em><\/span><\/h3>\n<h3><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\"><em>Tell how I rose and not fell <\/em><\/span><\/h3>\n<h3 style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\"><em>Tell of my mastering the language <\/em><\/span><\/h3>\n<h3 style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\"><em>Without being taught <\/em><\/span><\/h3>\n<h3 style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\"><em>Tell how when I was being shackeled <\/em><\/span><\/h3>\n<h3 style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\"><em>That I struggled and fought <\/em><\/span><\/h3>\n<h3><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\"><em>Tell how alabaster skinned babies <\/em><\/span><\/h3>\n<h3 style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\"><em>Suckled nourishment from ebony breast <\/em><\/span><\/h3>\n<h3><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\"><em>And how I stood erect in the cottonfield <\/em><\/span><\/h3>\n<h3><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\"><em>Without hardly ever getting rest <\/em><\/span><\/h3>\n<h3 style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\"><em>And yet and still in that state <\/em><\/span><\/h3>\n<h3><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\"><em>Caught the roving, evil eye Of the whip toting master <\/em><\/span><\/h3>\n<h3><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\"><em>Although, vehemently, he denied <\/em><\/span><\/h3>\n<h3 style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\"><em>And still danced lightly through the meadow <\/em><\/span><\/h3>\n<h3 style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\"><em>And lay with my real soulmate <\/em><\/span><\/h3>\n<h3 style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\"><em>With a sensual, earthy countenance <\/em><\/span><\/h3>\n<h3><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\"><em>And with God as the holder of my fate <\/em><\/span><\/h3>\n<h3 style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\"><em>Never write me off or count me out <\/em><\/span><\/h3>\n<h3><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\"><em>For I am resilient and resolute <\/em><\/span><\/h3>\n<h3><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\"><em>And my story is one of victory <\/em><\/span><\/h3>\n<h3 style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\"><em>And my voice is no longer mute<\/em><\/span><\/h3>\n<h3><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\"><em>I Shall be Heard <\/em><\/span><\/h3>\n<h3 style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\"><em>I&nbsp;Shall Be Heard <\/em><\/span><\/h3>\n<h3 style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\"><em>We&nbsp;Shall Be Heard<\/em><\/span><\/h3>\n<ul>\n<li><abbr title=\"on Mar 01\"><\/abbr><\/li>\n<li>\u00a9 Conni Blair, All rights reserved.<\/li>\n<li><\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<h3><\/h3>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>we shall be heard * by Conni Blair When my course is charted When my story is told When I am revered And have grown tired and old Tell no tales of my life Let only truth toll the bell Tell of my grace and my beauty Tell how I rose and not fell Tell 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