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  I'm the helper. Thats the role I play in society. I'm the type of person who puts others before herself, Who keeps the peace, Who meets others expectations,
They called her a writer. A witch. A Manipulator of words.   Etching them into corners, Onto walls, Abandoned buildings,
Hey you. Yeah, I mean you. Mind if I rant to you a bit? I know it’s weird of me to ask this,but I need to rant to anyone at this point.
Love is a very powerful word, But today we toss it around carelessly because the lines are blurred, Don’t tell me you love me when you don’t even know my middle name,
You all are followers You seem to forget identity. You all are in search of conformity You seem to settle with docility.   Opinions are not for sale They have gone out of style.
I am who I am And I want to have sex You’re telling me no But my body says yes Society built an image Tall, thin and pretty
A lovely day, Dull yet gay, For a peace Prevailed.   But all was gone In the blink of an eye.
I walk among a crowd, All moving in one direction. To the right, to the right, to the right, They chanted. Suddenly I saw a person stopped walking, So I stopped and thought for a second.
Infants, toddlers, new-borns *Cutest wittle cheeks I’ve ever seen!* BABIES.   They were the last two of the sweetest and most ripe apples From the tree whose roots lay the foundation of mankind
We as blacks Grew up with the struggle of the nation on our backs Being told that the skin that is attached to our bodies are a curse to our soul We believe that being different makes us a queer in our "group"
I am an American Born and raised  But Society tells me that my race was enslaved. "WAS" I say  Because obviously we still are  To me we are everything but by far.  
Its a shame i'm seeing more coffins then diplomas More babies, more mothers, no fathers just sperm donors And life just don't Condon us to reach for those personas that developed into careers with fancy houses and chandlers.
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