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BRAVE


SHE IS BRAVE SHE SEES BEYOND THE LIGHTS SHE SEES BEEYOND THE DARK SHE SHES THE BEAUTY IN THE ART SHE HEARTS THE BEAT  OF EVERY HEART SHE KNOWS THE KWOLEDGE OF HER GOD SHE FEEL THE ARMS OF HER BOAZ HOLDING HER TIGHT SHE LISTENS TO THE HARMONY OF THE BIRDS SINGING IN THE DAWEN AND SHE SEE THE STARS LIGHT HUP THE NIGHT SHE DREAMS OF ONE DAY BEING FAMOUS AND SHE MAKES THE INICIATIVE TO REACH HER GOALS WITH EVERY SECOND SHE MAKES EACH BREATH COUNT AND WITH WITH EVERY MINUTE SHE MAKES A MEMORY AND WITH EVERY HOUR SHE MAKES HER BEST COUNT BECAUSE SHE KNOWS THAT LIFE COULD COME AND GO WITH THE BLINK OF AN EYE SHE KNOWS THAT SHE HAS TO BE CAREFUL TO TREAT OTHERS THE WAY SHE WOULD WANT TO BE TREATED BECAUSE SHE IS A BELIEVER. DISEASE IT DOESN'T CONTROL HER AND UNBELIEF YOU WILL NEVER COME NEAR HER AND FAITH YOU WILL ALWAYS CONSUMFE HER BECAUSE SHE IS THE ONE THAT HAS THE ABILITY TO SHINE HER OWN LIG HT BUT THROUGH IT ALL SHE CHOOSES TO DO WHAT IS RIGHT BECAUSE IN THE EYES OF THE BEAUTIFUL BUTTERFLY SHE WILL MAKE THE CHOICE TO FLY AND SHINE HER LIGHT. BE THE CHANGE YOU WNAT TO SEE NOT JUST IN YOU OR YOUR FAMILY BUT IN ALL OF HUMANITY. DON'T ALLOW GRAVITY TO PULL YOU DOWN WITH IT'S NEGATIVITY BUT OVERCOME EVIL WITH GOOD.

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eaglesore1

I am 23 and im going to live my dream i refuse allow racism or poverty stop go ahead gossip about me about how im being struck by lighning and how i was bit by a pitbull walking one day on my way to school white man don't want me to get my education tell me no everytime i ask a question about why they don't like the color of my skin turning my own people against me dis me few years later you see me on the greatness latter and now you wnat to kiss me pretend to wipe my tears away but by the time you got to me i had no more tears left to shed and i was beaten by the ones close by they call you their family yet they are the main ones that are the ghost of gravity trying to weigh me down with their gravity. i am no longer abused I have made the choice step up my game and change the rules who cares if i have a cricket eye or i drool because in my fathers eyes I'm famous in my fathers eyes I'mm cool and i will walk the nations and take back what no one else could like Harriet Tubman or martin Luther king i am not afraid to lead. I would be a fool to step down off my post. as my black leader would always say we shall overcome some day.

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