…sp, day by day,
We are no longer shoved into the shadows
As often, our voices are heard through the
Songs of our souls, the smooth jazz of
Our sorrows, Our voices soar to the sky
Like the sheep’s wool on our heads,
Fluffy like the cotton our ancestors had to pick,
We are a force to be reckoned with,
I tell you this darling, not to fill your heart
With a rainbow-…
