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Dose a black man howl or call out in anger?

Or does call for help from and unknown stranger?

He  has startled a white man now is assumed as danger.

Claims he has saved the world but yet has done no favors.

Now the black mans howl is no longer heard.

I thought this was over or that's what I've learned

But when anger sparks a fire everything gets burned.

His son leans over his body covered in blood.

That day he learned because of their skin there is no love.

When he cried out again he heard as sound in the wind.

When will the world realize this is sin.

The blood of Kings and Queens course though his vain

But the black mans howl will never be heard again.

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Tyheri Jones

I am a Afro-Caribbean woman and I am in search of a school that is accepting of my religion and heritage. I am on a path to pursue a degree in psychology so that I can council adolescents who face the same discrimination as I. Being of Nigerian decent, half African American and Jamaican, I have struggled with being accepted not only for my accent but for my hair, skin tone and religion.

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