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December 5, 2017

Slash Marks, whip marks, screaming and wailing just so I could have

my basic human rights as a black female.

Marches, beatings, bombing, just so I could vote.

Being killed, being arrested, being persecuted just so I could sit in a class with other races besides mine.

My people went through so much for my future

True question is, how do I repay them?

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