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As I grow up I’m loved My parents always sweet My world a treat Never facing much feats 
As I grow up I’m loved My parents always sweet My world a treat Never facing much feats 
Growing up I never wanted to Wanted to stay a kid for as long as I could.   First went recess then playing pretend. Later went classes of reading for fun.  
  T he H armless O ften  U nnessecary G ainless  H elp from T housands with their S elfish —   A lthough well-meaning — N onsensical prayers won’t work, so
Speak Up, Speak Out silence is emptiness emptiness left by our own inaction inaction leads to no where Speak Up, Speak Out nothing said is nothing done why wait years Speak Up, Speak Out
I keep staring at a blank paper like I have no feelings. I feel like I have no words to say anything about that’s happened these last few days.
I hate you, but It's because I love you   Wake him up with a “hey sweetie”, “Hello darling” Breakfast in bed for him today followed by
When I say BLACK LIVE MATTER, this is what I mean; Imagine me before a wild uncontrollable fire with a fire Extinguisher in my hand, it is all I have to beat back the Flames that threaten to devour me. When I say,
  His autism does not define him. He is defined by his individuality and singularity as a unique life Take the time to acknowledge his intellect
How can you tell, tell them they can't do well? Why can't they feel accepted anywhere out side of their home? All this discrimination caused by a single chromosome?
Giving a voice to our "History", "Leaders", "Legacy", "The Elderly" and "Advocacy" The Widows Cry LoudCopyright © Vivid Memories September 18, 2015The Birthing Poet – Rebirth4Love Nlistic Souldier
I love lace which is to say, I love the idea
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