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A walk through the park Infinite mem’ries Faded into time   Experience fades All impermanent Dimming forever  
Early morning drives when the sun is just starting to rise but no place you need to be. Oversized raincoats and sunshowers, peaking your head out from the protection of your hood.
I am a child of the Americas, Proudly Raised in Bed-Stuy, Do or Die.   My home is the home of Biggie and Jay-Z, With a plethora of 99 cent stores,
Inspiration is a dry concept. You ask what me inspires me, but what if I don’t know? What if my life is just full of fear and doubt? Inspiration is hard to put into words.
Inspiration is a dry concept. You ask what me inspires me, but what if I don’t know? What if my life is just full of fear and doubt? Inspiration is hard to put into words.
The early birds have arisen Reading coffee-stained words and Admiring the perks  Of this little train ride Like the rest of the younglings 
No matter how close or no matter how far The paths I take and the people I meet  Though the ideas and sights may seem bizarre  The lessons and experiences cannot be beat 
Humans can say words, but words can't begin to say humans. Humans can think of meanings,  but can't find the words to explain it. Or while trying they change the meaning in the middle. And by the end, 
Terrorist, N*****,Brown, Dirty    Do I prove my humanity? Or attempt to hide my truth   But...  
Living a double life, is easier than you think Just wear the mask, loud and proud, no one will even blink You play your role, you know who they want to see The beloved son, the athlete, maybe even the geek
Inspiration.    A lofty word   That tries to paint   The process as   Beautiful,
Inspiration is something you find in the extraordinary. It is something you find in miracles or those special signs. Inspiration is the mountain range that has existed forever and will last forever.
I walked out of the house and it was cold Went in the car and drove myself to school Done with homework, I did what I was told. Left my wallet, felt as I was a fool  
To live, And love. And fight, I just might.   On nights so dark The stars, Shine bright.   But lost are they because Dark hates Bright.
A gaze met mine over thin glasses Already finished?  
Love and pain, Horror and change. A good book that tells a story, Or maybe something filled with glory.
What makes you American? Is it throwing out the green for the blue, the vertical stripes for the horizontal ones? Is it replacing gracias with thank you? Is it saving the fireworks for july instead of may? 
We all have a Purpose by: Nia McCrea We all have a purpose Or so I thought Till you made me believe I do not We all have a purpose Some may agree  Till you looked in the room And didn't acknowledge me  We all have a purpose I thou
We all have a Purpose by: Nia McCrea We all have a purpose Or so I thought Till you made me believe I do not We all have a purpose Some may agree  Till you looked in the room And didn't acknowledge me  We all have a purpose I thou
My spine carries the burdens of my ancestors  My heart holds the dreams of my mothers before me My honey colored skin connects me to a country of women  who hold dreams, just like mine
My spine carries the burdens of my ancestors  My heart holds the dreams of my mothers before me My honey colored skin connects me to a country of women  who hold dreams, just like mine
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