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  When I was a little girl, I told someone I was going to be the first woman president. “Well you’re going to need to change your last name” they said.
An unsettling unrest in a country known for peace.  Manslaughter but not if the cop was confronting someone of color. 
A life time of ignorance, discrimination whispered into the billowing breeze, my articulation better than those of 'my kind', the prejudice that is passed from generation to generation,
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