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The


Torn,

Worn,

Past down again and again

are the books my ancestors dreamed to be in

, but now as years have surpassed,

I have become those dreams,

taking it for granted as well as using it wisely.

No more do I wait.

No more do I have to desire, because I have,

I am, 

the passionate dream that many black ancestors children have not experienced. 

Because people our color and before our time

have taken a chance;

taken a stand.

I can be 

the next

The.

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