anti discrimination; equality

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I walk for so long that I no longer sweat even when the sun beats down on me without apology. I walk for so long that the hunger no longer effects me. My feet are so bloody and warn that I have no other feeling in my body
“What makes me an American?” I ask in my prayers, This question, like skin comes with multiple layers, From night comes day as Her goods and her dangers, But still we are loyal to a flag made by strangers,
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