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Rise UP Rise up I say, why you gotcha ya head bowed This ain’t what our ancestor had in mind when they feet hit the ground Running as fast as they could, never looking back at the enemy
i have always been a fighter. not the "squae up, meet me afterschool" type of fight. i'm talking about the boy in my class just called me the "n word,"
Look deeply into my roots and see that my curls are unruly. My curls define me Curled to perfection Every kink and coil Each designed to fit me Tell a story of my well-being My hair is my destiny