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Letter to Racism
Dear racism, Who are you to tell me who I can be? My skin is nothing but color, but you’re stuck on the fact that we are another. All you see is black and white, meanwhile I’m seeing light.
Corrupted World
                                                                        I ask myself is this natural                                                                   destroying all the natural things
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