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Oh how joyful would it be… If America stayed true to its promise and everyone was truly free. Oh how joyful would it be… If you weren’t already in jail,
  I do not decide who I am, for who I am is decided by another Some may think I strive to harm, but some may see me as their brother.
Dear Beautiful: From then until now Your scars still show Your tears are dried and when people speak it hurts. Dear Beautiful: You think you are so unnatractive
You call me a criminal just because I’m black, You call me a terrorist just because I put on a Hijab, And Just because I am a Mexican you call me an Illegal immigrant and believe I smuggle drugs.
O say can you see Just how far we’ve come. The injustice in our country Is a battle far from won. People line the streets
What does it mean to be free? To be on your own To be left alone To not be under any control Are people really free in America? Of course We're the land of the free Everyone is welcome
What does it mean to be free? To be on your own To be left alone To not be under any control Are people really free in America? Of course We're the land of the free Everyone is welcome
On the occasionally sunny day, when it does not rain The Smiler walks out into the blue of today, and bike rides to the city  The Smiler is one who, sees with open eyes
Remember mommy, how we would smile at rainbows? Seeing them reminded both of us, that the gray color of uncertainty Has parted.
They say I’m the devil but I cannot see they tell me I’m poison “then how can I breathe” how can my life be so useless to them
I felt my eyes shut tight and my hands begin to rise, towards my ears, trying to block out the ghastly cries and heinous shrieks of those who had nothing more to hold on to, nothing more to try and survive for,
I’m sorry people who look like me hurt you, I’m sorry people who look like me whipped you, I’m sorry people who look like me took away your freedom, I’m sorry people who look like me brought pain and anguish daily,
This world is cruel hard hellish place There is nothing that we can do about that             Not really Not until we stop letting ourselves be cruel and hard and hellish I look at the faces around me and I see
A prophet crossed the white line And he did not eat a swine. Disgusted by booze, He kept out the Jews. After that he drank palm wine.
It could be anything, a man strapped neck-high in bombs, Sunni sweat, dust and black curled chest hair   a grandmother with fresh mandarin oranges from the market,
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