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Simon The Cyrenian Speaks

He never spoke a word to me,

And yet He called my name;

He never gave a sign to me,

And yet I knew and came.

At first I said, "I will not

His cross upon my back;

He only seeks to place it

Because my skin is black."But He was dying for a dream,

And He was very meek,

And in His eyes there shone a

Men journey far to seek.

It was Himself my pity bought;

I did for Christ

What all of Rome could not have

With bruise of lash or stone.

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Countee Cullen

Countee Cullen (born Countee LeRoy Porter; May 30, 1903 – January 9, 1946) was an American poet, novelist, children's writer, and playwright, pa…
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