A Negro Womans Soul
Does the soul cry its self to sleep?
Or does it fly away in a dream?
I 'd rather lie away in silence.
Feel the pain and bleed.
I was hurt and fearful.
Happiness I need.
I beg not for joy.
I ask for love and peace.
And with that comes laughter.
Crept up from beneath.
Now my soul cries tears of joy.
Eyes open still in a dream.
Live my days as if i were sleep.
I guess you could say my soul was at peace.
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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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