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I Am sick of your s***!!! I NEVER said that before... EVER. OOOHHH 🤑No s*** too!
change is juvenile by erika taylor   oceans rise, a species dies, and my home erupts in flame.   but it's with the Young,  all action and tongue, 
What does it mean to be 'all grown up'? Have a car? Job? Apartment? For me, being grown up meant self-advocacy. Age 15, depression and anxiety was at it's highest.
I'm tired of it. The feeling of regret and remorse, Two things that go together, but shouldn't. That other people feel. Not to mention the feeling of exclusion.
We're the generation with bodybags  We're the generation with hashtags We're the ones marching  We're the ones trying  We don't want your prayers  We're tired of scares  We're with Parkland
i wouldn’t dare identify as an advocateof self-carebecause of the hatethat i bear
Dear Life,   Some say you're short, some say you’re long, But I can’t make up my mind as the days go on. How slow or how fast will you decide to go by?
Oceans rise Oceans fall Who are we to change the oceans? Oceans create Oceans destroy When did we change the lives in the oceans?
I remember the first time you did it The first time you made me feel like my body was no longer my own I remember the first, second, and third time you made me bleed or when I would hold back tears so you wouldn't call me weak and then you would b
She’s a person of color, Who’s afraid to confront the police, Asking herself why can’t there be peace. Day and night she thinks about her brother,
America's highways are all Route 66 America's highways are all Route 666 Why'd the hobo cross the road--to get the other side Dotted yellow line a new kind of divide Thumb out, took his last free ride
I was once misled, but I’ll guide you. I was once idle, but I’ll inspire you. I was once stagnant, but I’ll help you to grow I was once befuddled, but I’ll help you to understand
Mi patria    Mi gente      Mi raza   Derrama sangre,     Como la Corriente     Pintando las calles.   El vino bendecido  
Tears and Blood Shed in the night She is cold, And she’s alone. For why she cries, So many have died And she fears the fate For her own. He hits her, When she’s crying.
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