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Kid


They Call Me a Kid

Because My Hair Curls

I Wear Vans & I Lean A Little To My Left

But With My Glasses On

Hair Up

Reading a Mary B. Morrison Book

I’m Intelligent

This Stereotype

Underestimating

Front Book Cover Looking

Something Different

I Am the Future

In California

Looking Forward 

With My Head Held High

Eyes Looking Beyond

With A Goal IN Life..

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