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1865...a year of freedom Free at last! Free at last! I have a dream to be free From these cold chains of brass. Colored in bondage Bounded by ivory ignorance. Fighting for freedom is a crime
In a stereotypical patriarchal society, I would soon have wifely duties and keep my mouth shut. How boring. "Your poor boyfriend," they say because I remind him, in the future,
When tragedies happen we often think, "it didn't happen to me, So it doesn't matter as much" we think we are a safe distance from the violence. That's what they want us to think.
I am always in the passenger seat. You can drive me wherever, But there is nothing I can do. If I protest, I still can't drive. If I try to drive, I crash.
Love thy neighbor Love thy brothers and sisters Believer in Him or not One cannot deny, Love thy neighbor To love thy neighbor To love thy brothers and sisters One must open their hearts
The heterosexual white men of our country are blinded with their star-spangled eyes, As the rest of us become motivated and brave. Yes, this may be the “land of the free”,
For the justice of humanity. For the justice of Fong Lee. For the justice of all casualties of racial ideologies. For the killing of Trayvon Martin who had a bag of skittles
"Still a Tragedy" by Dayo d. Dejo