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how am i supposed to be me when all you do is conceive me believe me i am not a God i am not a fraud i am just trying to get along with the fact that this place is not well this is not a society this is a hell of a lot more issues some issues that you cannot define simply everyone is just out of line and we are numbed by the fact that it is okay if there's anything that involves speaking up we stray away from the voices of women to the voices of African Americans because why would anyone want to hear the words they speak so clear you say that you're just stating an opinion now but an opinion is not an opinion if it degrades them but how you ask you tell me since my voice is not heard since you are in control of me

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Date: 7/8/2016 2:45:00 AM
Excellent--well done
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Date: 7/2/2016 2:45:00 AM
Awesome poem, Skylark. LINDA
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Date: 7/2/2016 12:18:00 AM
wow, sad to read this, makes lots of sense. enjoyed. SKAT
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