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They taunt

They laugh

They push 

They talk about my afro like "bush" for hair 

But Ion care I love my bush I love everything about me 

Thye just hate me and degrate me they try to break me down 

Bu like my ancestors that took a whip to the back I will stand my ground 

I will not give into their hatred I will shine 

I will rise and not let them try to but me in the skies 




This poem is about: 
Our world


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