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They taunt
They laugh
They push
They talk about my afro like "bush" for hair
But Ion care I love my bush I love everything about me
Thye just hate me and degrate me they try to break me down
Bu like my ancestors that took a whip to the back I will stand my ground
I will not give into their hatred I will shine
I will rise and not let them try to but me in the skies
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