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If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

2 poems·Since March 2013
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Red

March 26, 2013
I beat from within The quiet river of life Flowing through my veins I crave another To hear the tribal beating On their red river banks I want nothing more than I want To be loved Skin, gender, religion Nothing matters to The red river banks I want to be needed I need to be wanted Who I am Where I'm from What I believe Nothing matters to The red river bank I am human Treat me as such Let me love Let me live
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