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Apr 2016
There’s always a reason why I can’t be as good as you,
Or I can’t have the same respect as you.
When I buy a car you charge me more and the white man less.
I’m expected to possibly get a high school diploma, while you’ll have a doctoral degree, sitting pretty.
Why is my life less important than yours?
Why do you get to have everything?
Why do I have to work twice as hard just to be half as good as you?
Why do we have to do so much to be accepted, just to not be accepted anyways?
Why?
Why do we always seem to be less?
Does it not bother you that we will never be seen for accomplishments, but for our color of skin and the stereotypes you give us?
*Why?
Kee
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Kee  18/F
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