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I can't do this on my own I need someone's hand to hold Just to know I'm not alone And to know that someone knows That I'm trying and I'm struggling And I'm doing what I can,
O'Merica, My brown colored skin was never considered competition, Instead it's laughed at behind closed doors, Growing up I often wondered, Quite often actually, What people died to come here for,
searchng for closure searching for a sign put wanted posters on billboards hoping it would catch someone's eye "watchya looking for, lady" someone replied yelling over my screams
I hear voices Go see the school psychologist I am not eating anything Go see the nurse I am cutting myself Go see a guidance counselor I am pregnant Go see Planned Parenthood
Scholarship Ship. The sails full of promise. Wind, Only moving forward with Powers of change.