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This four walls suffocate me
While my roof begins to fall
For my head is the one who is in charge
Tormenting me with the color of red
And why was I born at all
Sweltering New Orleans sun
Murdering my skin
Sweet smells of tobacco plants
Wafting through my nostrils
Glorious sight of success
See, I'm just here to fulfill and replace
Never to mistreat, neglect, and become a mistake.
Here, present day, fortifications right now.
Doing the unknown to wind up being misplaced.
Lost
Here we are
in today's world.
A world enriched by the beauty
of diversity.
Diversity should be celebrated
Take pride in who you are!
Black, white, Hispanic, or homosexual
You are you, and I am I
a single mom with nowhere to go,
a little boy looking for home.
a teenage druggie who followed the
wrong path,
a middle school girl facing her
drunk father’s wrath.
a woman who chose to run from abuse,
