New Beginings! ! Comments

How do we use our freedom after it is granted to us? After it is gently placed in our hands? Do we make something out of it, or do we abuse it, because we feel that nobody can take it away? African Americans were strapped down into a world of anxiety and distress. They were ripped from their culture and their way of life, only to be known as three fifths of a person. I always wonder if African Americans ever lost hope out in the fields, singing their hymns, or if they ever thought that things would actually change. Well a day came where eyes were opened after being shut for so many years, a day called the Harlem Renaissance, where it was African Americans turn to shine. To be placed under a spotlight that was known to be shun at Caucasian faces only. The day colored people became free to express every thought that came to mind. They didn’t see a pile of dirt or trash when they looked in the mirror but they saw a human being, someone who could do great things, someone that was actually worth something. They left their shackles on the ground and ran to their promise land where the grass was greener on the other side, where the streets felt as though they were gold. They arrived in a time period that will never be forgotten, the Harlem Renaissance.
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