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Jun 2015
unconventional, to say the least
on Sunday, love your neighbor
peek out her drawn shades, secret belabor
not in nature, nurture's the blamed beast
preference, peculiar;
she's stuck in her ways.
cover stories will guide her days
both victim and defendant, scared for the future
together, we're stronger,
and petty we fall.
to love my black soul, but her skin appall
bizarre assumptions grow longer
to feel, to know, to look beyond
eccentricism; How will you respond?
a sonnet that sings the song of my soul; I stand for human equality.
Terrin Leigh
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Terrin Leigh  28/F/second star on the right
(28/F/second star on the right)   
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   Don Bouchard
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