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NOT HER COLOR!!


hello  purple you are beautiful how is your day going today? hello brown? fantastic i am the soil that produces life i am the reason flowers grow i am the reason we all bleed to change because i am not the color of my skin. purple_ you believe that everyone is unique you believe that we can all be better than the person we were last week you believe that human will come to equality you believe that one day their will be more poverty you believe and that's why I call you in a time of need because the same blood that flows therough you floes through me we are all hte same but you have to believe that's the difference between you and me. brown- you belive that Queens are not created by how much cliothing they were or the color of their skin you believe that royalty is the inner most part of your being an d you musrt look within in order to find that you are a Queen despite what poverty says you will be . we are a family jsut like you can't have a daughter withourt a mother their is no brown without purple because the daughter came from the mother and brown came from purple because black peope are royalty and white people are too but don't forget about the africvans, causcasians, and chinfeese,kaorean and samoean and the japaneese no matter the title or the color of your skin you have to know your rtoyalty and you will forever win!!!

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eaglesore1

I am 23 and im going to live my dream i refuse allow racism or poverty stop go ahead gossip about me about how im being struck by lighning and how i was bit by a pitbull walking one day on my way to school white man don't want me to get my education tell me no everytime i ask a question about why they don't like the color of my skin turning my own people against me dis me few years later you see me on the greatness latter and now you wnat to kiss me pretend to wipe my tears away but by the time you got to me i had no more tears left to shed and i was beaten by the ones close by they call you their family yet they are the main ones that are the ghost of gravity trying to weigh me down with their gravity. i am no longer abused I have made the choice step up my game and change the rules who cares if i have a cricket eye or i drool because in my fathers eyes I'm famous in my fathers eyes I'mm cool and i will walk the nations and take back what no one else could like Harriet Tubman or martin Luther king i am not afraid to lead. I would be a fool to step down off my post. as my black leader would always say we shall overcome some day.

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