intersectionality
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Dear America,
When I was in fifth grade, I dreamed of growing up to be president.
Fifth grader me thought I could do it because I was smart and confident and amazing
Eyes
Eyes that show us the world we live in
Eyes that give vivid pictures in our minds
Eyes that let us see the wonder
Eyes that make up our own experiences
(America Poem) a Quartet of horse-Men/Women/People/Children of Apathetic Apocalypse! and redemption-
part one:
IAMIAMIAM, or
Is this how you think? I am trying to understand
1.1: the moderate
I dressed my baby!*
They walk and talk like they really know mebut I'm not just some random bodyI don't need them to dictate what I can and cannot do
