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Tell your mother


you want to throw toys and flirt with boys and when the time comes for the prize to arise look to the left and to the right cross the street and don' tlet it beat you down pick up your cross and follow him know that you were created to do the impossible. if you believe in yourself you will know that your unstoppable you will be like kim possible. everything. say her name and she will their in a hurry to catch you so you don't turn purple or blue  trying to work and go to school with a precious one that was due when your only 22 and you don't know what to do you just pick up the phone and dial 209-212-3222 and your mother will be thir t get you. help you along the road baby your not alone and pretty soon your baby will raise a baby and grow up to have babies of her own but one things for sure she will always have a place to call home.

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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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eaglesore1
<p>this poiem is about a girl who has a baby at a young age but yet she still has the supprt of her mother to carry her the rest of the way.</p><p>&nbsp;</p>

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