sos
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I can't do this on my own
I need someone's hand to hold
Just to know I'm not alone
And to know that someone knows
That I'm trying and I'm struggling
And I'm doing what I can,
O'Merica,
My brown colored skin was never considered competition,
Instead it's laughed at behind closed doors,
Growing up I often wondered,
Quite often actually,
What people died to come here for,
searchng for closure
searching for a sign
put wanted posters on billboards
hoping it would catch someone's eye
"watchya looking for, lady"
someone replied
yelling over my screams
I hear voices
Go see the school psychologist
I am not eating anything
Go see the nurse
I am cutting myself
Go see a guidance counselor
I am pregnant
Go see Planned Parenthood
Scholarship
Ship.
The sails full of promise.
Wind,
Only moving forward with
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