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Ya Know I Appreciate The Fact … That Sometimes... Being Black … Can Lead To Attacks And That’s JUST THAT … !!! Some From Whites And Other Skin Types … And Some From... Blacks … ?!?
You were like an onion Hard but easy to peel Wondering how far I should stand away from you before cutting you Before you start to make me cry Again Knowing you make me cry everytime
When I was younger I felt very lost I played with my toys But didn't realize the cost I knew I had a mission For my curiosity to explore I searched everywhere But never opened the right door
I appreciate you
She is that bright array of sun-kissed color out in a field of green, orange and red and purple hues growing for no reason at all. She is
Get yourself a lady in red splattered in blood but not the dead the blood of youth and fellow peers drowned in tears sweat and work for those in need most simply wants the world at peace
Do you ever say thank you to Him? "God i just had the best the day, thank you again." I'm not saying I believe , I'm not saying there's an ounce of Christian in me .
When someone calls me appreciative i appreciate it. With a compliment i reciprocate it. Never have i stopped to think it complicated. This word wasn’t able to be correlated.
Dear Mama, the beauty of your soul is wonderment to my wondering self. When I was tender, I fall from walks. I stumbled in sickness and I cried, but you came around and said; "my child, my child! Don't cry, don't cry!
Look Listen Smell Taste Touch Each sense never perfectly replicated Each experience unique Because nothing is as it was before Life Constantly surprises Never boring us
I once had a childhood; carefree, full of dreams. I once had a family; happy, loving. I once had my sight; to explore, to enjoy, to embrace the world around me.
Hello out there! Can you see me? My tears, my pain, Do you see me? I'm over here! Can you hear me? My cries, my lies-- Suprise! Do you hear me? I'm shaking here!
How was I supposed to know it was so bad to be educated and black? Do I really intimidate you to the point of you trying to hold me back? All I've tried to do was make something out of $5 and a dream,
This is for the mother
Don’t give up just yet, We all go through hard times I don’t want to say goodbye, And I care so please don’t cry But when I stand here with you, I see what could be so true
AppreciateI want to feel appreciated;Not feeling alone and differentiatedI once had a dream of owning my own bakery.I am hospitable and neighborly;This is who I am.
Is she really what she seems? Tall, Skinny and Slick She walks on our command And sits down when we do not need her
Life is a struggle filled with like minds befuddled.All trying to find reasons to exist.Many are stuck smoking spliffs and drinking fifths,But they say happiness awaits to those who persist.Many have perspired.
The places I've beenThe things I've seenA loud soundA rocket inboundPeople of all ranks and genders and racesThey run away with tears on their facesNot bothering to help the living
The history of our ancestors have been painted on the walls of the earth/ Painted by war, painted by death, but hopefully these paintbrush strokes by God’s right hand may color life onto our canvass/
Coming to school to teach us lessons, Makes us learn the different connections, We have attended school for 13 years, It makes me wonder what grinds your gears, Very few students value their work,
I was born lucky. Poor, cold, and hungry. lucky. You can't go to college Lucky. Your grandmother committed suicide yesterday, Sobbing Your grandfather doesn't want to know of your existence
I never thought I’d be here now But I always knew I’d find you somehow Still, the cease of the smile on my face Brings me to believe That I’m still not in the right place/
I breathe in the cool crisp air, then breathe out heavily. Clunk clunk, clunk clunk goes one shoe then the other on the pavement. The wind pushing against me. I’m steadily gaining speed now; building up adrenaline.
Sometimes you don’t realize What you have. Not really knowing that your life is precious and a gift. Not really knowing that your life is better than others Living the good, good.
Life isn't always treacherous There is an essence of altruism in our biological disposition There are people out there who have a vision, To confront injustice and end human schisms,