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This is my letter to the world who never wrote to me. The world who looked at me with judgement. Who bullied me, gossiped about me, and never let me be. I want you to know that you took away my smile.
Feathers weighed down by the grey colors Of melted snow in a New York gutter; Beak stained black with an unknown curse- To die, or live looking like this, which was worse?   Wonky-looking, ostracized,
Pain on their faces Agony in their voices The people who perished Are the people who paved the way to be free Women, African Americans, Native Americans just to name a few
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