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My Land

by Being True Land of the free. Home of the brave. I have reached America but I am still a slave. My skin, brown, black, olive, tan is intertwining with the color conscious man. What's more is that I am a Woman who has to demand respect. I don't know how much longer I can take this. It is starting to effect... Land of the free. Home of the brave. I have reached America but I am still a slave.

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