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A.P. (A Prayer)


at peace in a class that looks nothing like me a plea to read the words of my people A.P a pleasure to know you didn't feel like me in all your A.P's there's (at max) 3 of Me's a price to pay that costs more than exams just to learn more a tad bit faster? Goddamn A.P's when your teacher asks you if you're in the right class Kiss my ass, A.P's when you're literally the only one of brown pigment Fuck you, Advanced Placement when Toni Morrison's required reading and no one else can decode the dialectical journals that made pale faces explode white tears of white guilt when you don't understand the pure feeling of joy when i see a brown hand in the air A Prayer for A.P.: may your seats soon be filled with people like me.
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jwiener
Thanks for adding a great video! The title of this poem is great, how it has a double meaning. Also, you send a powerful message about segregation in classrooms and how outward appearance has nothing to do with intelligence. Check out the "Resources" section for even more tips and inspiration!

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