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Free online greeting card maker or poetry art generator. Create free custom printable greeting cards or art from photos and text online. Use PoetrySoup's free online software to make greeting cards from poems, quotes, or your own words. Generate memes, cards, or poetry art for any occasion; weddings, anniversaries, holidays, etc (See examples here). Make a card to show your loved one how special they are to you. Once you make a card, you can email it, download the photo graphic, or share it with others on your favorite social network site like Facebook. Also, you can create shareable and downloadable cards from poetry on PoetrySoup. Use our poetry search engine to find the perfect poem, and then click the camera icon to create the card or art.


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Differently Different
A paper and a pen I need a few to tell stories of my pain Not of what has passed But of that which is to come If this isn’t a curse tell me what it is Pink skin yet of my father’s race No melanin even on the hair on my face I fear the sun, it doesn’t favor my kind I fear the dark; it plays games with my mind And I fear my own people, That I’m a man they don’t mind "People-phobic'', I thought they were brothers Maybe not anymore because they have places to go, Houses to build, cars to buy, a life to live, food to dine; Because they think I am the gateway to Jacuzzis That my bones are a fortune worth taking a life for I was only born different as my purpose was, different Should I scream? Should I mourn? Should I call the pastor to do my eulogy? Should I be waiting for another sunset? Maybe bid farewell to the melodies from the air? How long should I be living in terror? For we never know, who and when it will be Brothers are slaying brothers Whom shall I trust? The police? Who is to blame? The neediness? Should I cover my skin from the sun? And hide my skin from your sons? If I had dark skin, I would breach To save my skin, and ease mama’s worries But this pale cocoon will take me to the grave Save me, I am a son and a brother too I am a mother, and a patriot too I have dreams, and future ahead I am just different, and not the “Capital”
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