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  Free me  Free to be free  We lost what It might mean to be free Freedom lost that wasn’t ever had  Mourning the loss of what we were told was bad  Told what it was to be free 
Why is it that we as teenagers, we side with something that doesn't even make sense? Is it because we are curious and learning how to be part of a society that is already in ruins?
She was. A mother of 3. She raised them to be strong, proud children of color though the world told them different.
Her hand looked like elephant’s skin— rough, wrinkled.  Eyes, elephant wise. I didn’t view her from one side of a glass               as she sat in her natural habitat,
  These generations, so lost in thought. They go about avoiding life's obligations, desperately trying to remain uncaught.
Every corner I turn 
 Seems to offer so much hate In this world 
 Why can’t we just stop to appreciate
 The good things that We seem to pass on by The subtle smiles 
 The memories that seem to tie

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