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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,
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
I miss the days where we could be carefree. No bills. No anger of any real sort. No stress. No money to worry about managing. But that was a world we lived in as children. Young and unaware of the World's true colors.
A brilliantly beautiful wildflower, in a field of oats and wheat. A redwood tree, the only survivor, after a brutal fire with scorching heat. A single colored girl, drowning in a sea of white.
A smiley face at the end of every text, I'm wondering what you'll say next. Do you like me? Do you realize that I like you?