Society's cry for help

    I learned from a deaf man

that society is beauty's flaw,

and empowerment its greatest fear.

    I heard a Cherokee cry:

"Am I no greater than a white man

that I have to leave my own land?"

    Tubman taught me

a worrior's heart is never broken,

and a worrior's soul is never foresaken

because a worrior is never forgotten.

    Experience forced me to observe

the injustice and racism that've always existed

and realized that they were all society's cry for help.

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