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Dr. King, Rosa Parks, Malcolm X, Langston Hughes the greats All deriving from our ancestors shipped in crates America you great land of opportunity  
You reap what you sow.   Your skin is peeling Raw and exposed Do you see what I see? Ignorance is bliss   Heart disease liver disease mental disease   You reap what you sow
I refuse I refuse to let you define me Simply because there is no defintion I am who I am I refuse to let you attack me You may not accept me but I do I do not need your approval
People appear as though everything about them is black and white,
Marching, yelling, screaming, fighting.   We choose to live in a world free from the hardships of unfair justice. We fight  for the right to walk in the streets unafraid
Why So Much Hate?   Why so much hate? With the shoes he wear The pants he loves The shirt he adore for  
Why So Much Hate?   Why so much hate? With the shoes he wear The pants he loves The shirt he adore for  
The weight of your anger, Turned on me, a total stranger. I haven't done wrong, You just wanted to feel strong. I see through you, This isn't something you want to do. I see the hurt inside,
why      help    myself,
Life of a bully oh how it must be to have people cower all over your feet Storming and raging, even the skies are afraid of who ever would come across you and your rage  
I wear a size seven, you want me to be a three. Forget what you say. This is real, this is me. I wear a size large, you want me to be a small. You think 5'1" is too short,
Walking down the hallways Seeing these faces of sadness The broken hearts, plastered on the sleeves Of forgotten ones, of lost loves.  Seeing people hurt, slammed against lockers,
To my teacher, I say to you, sugar coated lies that do not help you. To better your self and your teachings skills, I will not lie with the kindness that kills. You have an outside life I assume,
My son my love He feels no love Ridiculed, picked on, cut, hurt Words,Stop. Kids are Cruel This World is Crueler It first starts at home Then seeps in like toxic air
My son my love He feels no love Ridiculed, picked on, cut, hurt Words,Stop. Kids are Cruel This World is Crueler It first starts at home Then seeps in like toxic air
They say it's a selfish act. Trust me I realize that. But it doesn't prevent me from thinking about it. I know I'd be taking the easy way out. But if that means escaping from the pain, Then so be it.
Decisions Surround us everyday. whether or not we make a good decision is entirely up to us.
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