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This is for my brothers and my sisters full of ideas, creativity, and passion. This is for those young black lives, the eighteen and nineteen year olds trying to make it to graduation or college orientation.
I am scared to go outside because I am black. It is two thousand and fifteen, and I am scared to go outside because I wear a hijab.
realize As I look around all I see is hate Ina state that over looks every race ..wait excuse me it excepts the whites while the minorities are left on the sidelines.. There is no love left in this plastic society
I too had a dream that one day we would stop all the violence in the streets and keep the peace
It was a challenege  A challenege i had to face  To overcome my fear  Off being disgraced by the human race This challenege right here Is one they'll never forget It will be lodged in there head
This poem took a minute  Cause i had so many thoughts going on in my head  I didn't know what was right and what was wrong It seemed as though my world has been turned And i don't know if it was for the best
Now that summer washed away, and school is in full swing, I realized there's no time to play, or warmth until this spring.   I must look beyond the gray, and look for all that's good,
i was a broken heart tied up with frayed down string bitterness sweetened by your artificial things   and when i fell asleep you were a guide to me walked me through walls of lies 
    Walking up and down the field you can always check to see if I'm present, Looking for someone whose always around see me because I'm really heaven sent,
I've listen to you for far too long and it's time I turn back to the one who has never turn his back on me So you can shut me out put me down even hurt me  take away my hopes and dreams
 i can feel his gaze on the back of my neck his emotionless eyes burning holes through my back i like to think he is filled with guilt and remorse that his daughter has given up on him
I'm full of plantains Titi hugs me, Mom cackles.. It's good to be home
I know your fears, I sense your tears, I know your dreams, And sense your smile gleam.   Although you share with me What others will not see, I am silenced by your brushing hand,
This: a whirling vicious cycle underneath
Hamlet speech To be or not to be now that is my question/ Weather to act to or not react and then explain my confession/ Is it right I don't react, I feel I'm losing control/
If I took out the time to write the story of all the things that my mind has manipluated     
Mother in panic; eyes widening and blood boiling
It seems like,             everyone is always trying to change themselves             thinking it will change the world around them as
With surreal blue skies The black covers feel the most Tangible, Alive
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