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Zebra

My father is black, my mother is white These be the birthright of my stripes I'm despised by blacks, I'm hated by whites All because of my zebra stripes I live in both worlds, but is accepted by neither I'm an outcast, a rejected soul I am a zebra, a most rare creature For most of my life, I've been shunned and only shown hate But in return, I've tried to only give love This makes me a rare animal, someone with a pure soul I am a zebra, born to be hate-free I proudly bear the stripes that don't define me I'm more than what you see; I am a black knight on a white horse, I am a white knight on a black horse ... fighting against the vessels of hate I carry only love in my bowels, my ship always stays on course My destination is eternity ... maybe now you wish you were more like me A zebra is who I be

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Date: 1/29/2017 7:14:00 PM
I went to a zoo in South Carolina And I fell in love with a zebradonk, A donkey with the zebra stripe. I stared at him for hours. So beautiful to see.Your poem remineded me of it.
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Date: 1/28/2017 8:58:00 AM
WoW! Freddie, What a moving and heartfelt write. I enjoyed this write from start to finish. I liked how you crafted this poem. When some feels like they "belong" that could he pure hell on earth." I proudly bear my stripes that don't define me" was so powerful . This is top notch poetry my friend. A without a doubt seven and fav:-) Alexis
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Date: 1/27/2017 10:29:00 PM
Zebra stripes is a fashion that's never going to be out of trend. It's an eternal distinct style now. A top notch write, Freddie.
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Date: 1/27/2017 1:44:00 PM
A piercing poem. You have beautiful stripes.
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Freddie Robinson Jr.
Date: 1/27/2017 2:09:00 PM
Ty for the kind comments, Maureen. Although I was not literally speaking about myself in this poem, I did want to represent anyone w/mixed ethnic parentage. My nephew was who I had in mind when I wrote this poem. He is 4-years-old. Love and peace to you.

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