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I am Human


To live and to breathe is what we seek. Living in the moment; looking down from that peek. Your mind is a puzzle, it’s your own to solve. There is nothing that they can prove that makes it dissolve. We are one body. We are only human. We are kids, babies, man and women. We are not different you and I. We live and we conquer and then one day we die. That kid you just picked on just got you in trouble for something that wasn’t intentional from the start. You will never know the pain you caused to that child’s heart. You want to be the same like everyone you see. You think changing your hair or the color of your skin will set you free. But to all around you, you are only just a spec on the ground. You try to warn others but no one listens, no one is around. So you finally take a stand and you say, “This is who I am like me or not.” They finally open up their eyes and take a look at what they got. Teachers, poets people all the same. They hurt all these people and who are they to blame? They apologize and tell you they weren’t themselves. Their mind was conquered, they were somebody else. So they see all the blood left on their hands; from the pain they caused a widow a child a man. They see the wrong they have done and the good they corrected. It wouldn’t change anything the minorities were effected. But you get up with all your aches and pain. Then you look back at what happened and what you have gained. You opened up the eyes to many around and afar. They all opened up like taking a lid off the jar. So beggars, in time, become choosers Everyone around you is a user. There is no time to think and wonder. Just time, for now, while your faith plunders. So in the last words that I leave with you. You are something special; I speak the truth. We are only human can’t you see? We are all Humans who just want to be free.
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jtx0139

I am a minority in the world that has a voice to be heard. It's up to you if you want to hear my story. Trust me it is worth hearing. I talk the truth and I speak my mind. If you don't like what I have to say I encourage you to not copmment hate. If not I understand because the world is filled with cruel people who like to hate. Just be yourself!

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