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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,

Negativity and Positivity - The Bigger Picture

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.

When

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

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

judo

i wouldn’t dare identify as an advocateof self-carebecause of the hatethat i bear

A Letter to Life

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 Upon Oceans

Oceans rise Oceans fall Who are we to change the oceans? Oceans create Oceans destroy When did we change the lives in the oceans?

See You In Court

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

Her skin color

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,

One Job...May Change Somebody Else's Life

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

Proclamation: Dr. Jaleyah D. Davis, PhD

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

Mexico, Lindo, y Querido

Mi patria Mi gente Mi raza Derrama sangre, Como la Corriente Pintando las calles. El vino bendecido

Hidden

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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