And clouds of white The bright blessed day The dark sacred night And I think to

Song by Louis Armstrong

Lyrics-

I see trees of green

Red roses too

I see them bloom

For me and you

And I think to myself

What a wonderful world

I see skies of blue

And clouds of white

The bright blessed day

The dark sacred night

And I think to myself

What a wonderful world

The colors of the rainbow

So pretty in the sky

Are also on the faces

Of people going by

I see friends shaking hands

Saying how do you do

They're really saying

I love you

I hear babies cry

I watch them grow

They'll learn much more

Than I'll ever know

And I think to myself

What a wonderful world

Yes, I think to myself

What a wonderful world

Ooh, yes

I think Wilma's childhood would have been different if she had been allowed to see additional doctors and specialists because then she will have more treatment and would have been taking care betting than she probably wouldn't be the fastest woman in the world. The other prejudice I think Wilma likely faced as an African American woman in sports is racism because people think sports is a man's job but is not a man's job.

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