Standing for us
We are born to live, to breath in the fresh air, we were born and created equal
Yet as we walk this world judgment floats through the air.
Our silent pleas to stop go unnoticed while are smiles are crisp.
Living through it is all we have.
Walking by is not an option.
Silent is not a word we know.
Standing up to the your boogie man is a start.
But standing up too all of them that's a finish.
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