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I looked up  And I saw Silver County Justice.   Momma looked up And she saw her young black son,
i look around myself and im startled at what i see millions of other people who love and live like me   we may be different some on surface or beneath but all together people
Imagine what I can do… I can stop racism, or at least try to change the racist minds of the world. Make others see that, we are all skin and bones, but with different souls.
Admiring his handiwork, he stood Before the wall drenched in paint. They compared him to Banksy; they would Claim he could draw anything, without complaint.   But comparison to anyone was degrading,
I’ll never leave the fantasy of The life I’ve always wanted: A bird become free, as I can see; Yet is a world never imparted.  
“Meaningless”   Because justice is just a word slipping off the tongues of folks so surely so carelessly only Justice in terms of a meaning is simply man made,
We girls, We young women, We daughters. Young girls look into their mother’s eyes and ask why am I not pretty? Why am I not pretty like those girls?
I'm sorry I'm sorry I like girls  I probably failed you In this world boys date boys I am sorry for being straight I know this comes as a shock my mothers And I will be able to have children
Im hurt and there nothing worse. These kids take drugs and make love and are destined to become professional thugs but what do I know i'm a privileged white girl, a nice girl.
“Society” Cars honking People passing No one stopping They see the needy They don't care To share a penny
He created me from the clay that He created you with My heart chants your name My eyes brim with unshed tears
Fellowman, The humans who share this space. All with a different race. A different shade, And unequally paid. We all struggle,
Motion in Words I am afriad of silent moments...moments without motion I am not the strong silent type, infact I am quite the opposite. I am loud and I am proud.
She gently wrote the first line My nose flared at her style She searched my face for a sign My eyes went up to the ceiling tile What was written, I didn't like She lost patience after a while
Let's have a race, Just you and I. You run at your pace, And watch me fly.   This race is fair, I start here, And you start back there. Is that clear?   This race is clean,
I take a knee In solidarity With my oppressed brothers and sisters For I am not free
My Vision is special. My glasses are unique.  You see a young lady,  I see the handsome boy. I can see who they are, Who you deny to see, You deny to respect Him as he sees himself. 
Dear life, Thank you for showing me that We are damaged, We are stunning. Our pain runs through our veins. This passion we hold gives us the ability To create and destroy.
  Here’s some advice From a female crowd In OUR eyes, WE have found
I often reflect on simpler times in my life. While attending my elite private school on financial aid, my 10-year-old self would buy candy at the CVS and resell it on the playground to my classmates for a profit.
Beauty. You're too dark for thatYour luscious skin once againhas been attacked by such harsh mentorment and hate was destined for your fatespeak loud and brave, defend your fightno color no race shall determine the end  Courage invades yo
Aurora is the definition of beauty- skinny and p-r-e-t-t-y. Who needs a personality when men will fall for your appearance?   Ariel is selfless and brave.
Sickly sweet sweat stains my face, As Specters’ kisses dress my lips, With ghostly fingers my shape they trace, Caressing my cheek, my breasts, my hips.
Why must they look at them that way? They aren't all bad, are they? Why do you pick them out from a crowd? Don't you have any respect? We are just people getting from place to place.
Once upon a time doesn't quite describe it. I remember everything as if I read a timeline of memories just yesterday.
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