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America: Land of the Oppressed, Home of the Cowards
I am sick of our society
9 years 10 months ago
we fall down from the highest cloud to the lowest ground,
but we always have that someone to pick us up when were down.
9 years 10 months ago
As I look at the world
I see smiles, laughter, and happiness
As I look in the mirror
9 years 10 months ago
Even if I tried to leave
woke up and saw,
you’re killing me
don’t think I’d have the strength
9 years 10 months ago
Yes I am flawless, from the color of my skin to the brown glow in my eyes. I am a soaring bird, who always flies.
9 years 10 months ago
I celebrate myself for staying true to all that is me,
And not conforming into all that is you.
9 years 10 months ago