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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 it, 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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Why? WHY do we blacks laugh at each other whenever we get the chance? We talk about one another, When the other one tries to advance. WHY do we fear when someone is different, but the same color as you and I. Do you, as being blacks, read of our past existence? If you did, I think you would cry. WHY do we dress GQ, put our jerri curls on? We who came to America without shoes. Now we value materials so strong. WHY do we hold back and pull back, paint our friends to build ourselves? Until we, be exact, we’ll never accept the fact that we're no lower than anyone else. WHY are we afraid of what we are, but try our best to be the spot of thrills? Look around you, feel the pride of being black. It’s not far through this mortal deck we’re dealt. WHY are we sitting here reflecting on past memories? Because one day we were only gathered, to pick cotton, boy, sing those songs, to find rest under the shade trees.
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