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The Duality between race and face can be a camaraderie of spiritual bliss. Every battle rattling the nerves; disrupting the connection of blessings that flow when in tune Which do I identify? Chastised because of the brightness of my skin at age ten is when I saw it begin. I never was a type to just fit in. I had black friends, white friends, big and small friends. My friends were diversified. Granite the grass is still greener on both sides and to decide on one limits. To ensure that my growth is emerging based on my roots and my branches; like any relationship, I remain open, to balance.

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