antidiscrimination
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Gray skies meet gray buildingswhich stand on gray stones.Along the long, ashen road,whereon many have troddenand many have fallen,I, too, treadwith subdued reverence.
Brought into the U.S.
barely lived a life
only two years old
Didn't have a voice
but now I pay the price
Don't see half my family
but I study every night
What good is having good grades
What did we do?
Why is it always us?
Everytime we turn around
It's another balck person down on the ground.
Why do people hate us so bad?
At first we were beaten, tortured, and onder appreciated.
