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I don't want my father to become a hashtag I don't want my brother to become a movement
3 years 10 months ago
[read with sarcasm and rhythm]    
3 years 11 months ago
I am part of a lost generation. And I refuse to believe that I can rebuild the world.
4 years 2 weeks ago
“What has our world come to?” I ask. Have we not learned from our past?
4 years 1 month ago
Who am i? Who am i ?, im a male , im an African American .persuing an education .
4 years 2 months ago
You hate me and my kind because of the color of our skin You think it's okay to mistreat and use us because we're black
4 years 2 months ago
When Jody was just a little boy, Kids around the block use to believe he was made out of clay
4 years 2 months ago
I watch (a red copse, unjust,) <p>Seeing, through the mist the (strange and forever burdened) Fruit, <p>(But I wish for you)
4 years 3 months ago
Promises to the widow, and the other girls could be damaged.  If you want to build a house, but you live.
4 years 3 months ago
america, I have some questions.
4 years 4 months ago

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