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Ashamed

By STREET CRIES AM I ASHAMED OF ME SEE THE CITY WHERE I LIVE NOT OFTEN I SEE ME MY JOB TEAM ONLY HAS ME THAT LOOK LIKE ME IS IT POSSIBLE THAT I HAVE FORGOTTEN ME WOMEN THAT I AM ATTRACTED TO SOMETIMES DON'T LOOK LIKE ME PEOPLE THAT I OFTEN TALK TO DON'T SOUND LIKE ME I AM SO USE TO NOT SEEING ME SOMETIMES I DON'T EVEN SPEAK WHEN I SEE ME TV SHOWS ME NEGATIVELY IS THAT THE WAY I REALLY SEE ME IT'S FUNNY HOW PEOPLE WHO DON'T LOOK LIKE ME ACT LIKE ME BUT DON'T WANT THE REALTY OF BEING ME THIS COUNTRY WAS BUILT ON THE BACKS OF ME WHEN THEY WHERE FINISH PUT WIPS ON THE BACKS OF ME TOLD ME I WAS UGLY NO BEAUTY IN ME SEPARATED MY FAMILY SO THERE'S NO UNITY THE BLOOD OF A SLAVE RUNS THROUGH ME IS THAT WAY I HAVE A DISTORTED IMAGE OF ME GET HIGH AND DRUNK TREAT MY WOMEN ABUSIVELY CONSISTENTLY SEEKING THE DESTRUCTION OF ME OBVIOUSLY WE NEED TO WAKE UP LOOK IN THE MIRROR AND LOVE WHAT WE SEE

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Date: 1/26/2015 6:49:00 PM
WOW! I loved this! You have spoke so much of society, there is layers in this life, and we need to break through them, your ending line hits it home-Look in the mirror and love what we see! we can all agree to that. This was awesome!
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