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THE STRUGGLE STAGGERS US
Our birth and death are easy hours like sleep
and food and drink. The struggle staggers us
for bread, for pride, for simple dignity.
And this is more than fighting to exist,
more than revolt and war and human odds.
There is a journey from the Me to You.
There is a journey from the You to Me.
A union of the two strange worlds must be.
Ours is a struggle from a too warm bed,
too cluttered with a patience full of sleep.
Out of this blacknewss we must struggle forth;
from want of bread, of pride, of dignity.
Struggle between the morning and the night,
this marks our years, this settles, too, our plight.
Written by Margaret Walker (1915-1998)
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