PORTLAND OBSERVER
The Cry of our youth
am the Black child.
.All the world awaits my coming.
All the earth watches, with interest,
to see what I shall become.
Civilization hangs in the balance.
For what I am,
lite world ol tomorrow will be.
I am the Black child.
Aon have brought me into this world,
alxHit which I know nothing.
Aon hold in your hand my destiny.
Aim determine whether I succeed
or lad. (iive me, I beg you,a world
where I can walk tall and proud.
I rain me, as is your duty unto me.
Io love myself, my |x*oplc, and to
build our Black nation.
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February 2 5 ,198 2
Volume X II, Number 20
Section II