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I Am Human First


Rich, poor, Black, or White. does it matter if you can't see me at night? I Am Human First. Short hair, Long hair, Braids, or weave I'll wear my hair just as I please. Afro, perm, curls or bald. It's my hair, I'll make the call. I may not walk exactly like you. Don't stare at me, I need love too I Am Hunam First. I will bleed if I am cut. If I fall, it may hurt. I laugh. I cry. I can be happy or sad. And if you hurt my feelings, I can also get mad! Does it matter how I look, wear my hair, or the color of my skin? No, what matters most is what's within. I. Am. Human. First.
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