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Little do they know, 

As they march along the streets, bearing flags upon their shoulders—

As they raise their banners high with faces strong and filled with purpose—

As they speak on central stages, calling out to change our language—

As they share their pasts with tears streaked upon their still-strong faces—

They inspire me; trail-blazers lighting fires within my heart, 

Though I'm too scared to speak now, they call to me—'come out and join us'. 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world
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