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I've done some things things I can't change Matters in my past that I know I can't erase I acknowledge and confess I was selfish but thank you father for being nothing like man and
I refuse to fit into your 9x9 inch squares and your 12x12 inch cubicles I refuse to always comb my hair and always look my best just so people could say, "yo, you look fresh ta death!"
All the time I see it happen, all around me it goes on. What do I do? Why do I do it? I Stand Up! I Fight Back! I fight for the little guy. I fight for what's right. I do it for those who need help.
This is not about me This is about someone I see everyday She’s sad, depressed Tearing over spilt milk She’s a coward Doesn’t speak against anyone else She does as she’s told and never speaks up.
Names called out in the hall, Tears-streaming-down, How can this be right? Under pressure from everyone, school, parents, friends…and now this Back-and-forth-back-and-forth;