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Jan 2017
I shall not pass,
For I do not look like them.
I shall not want,
For I am not worthy of having.
Dear God,
I was made by your hands,
But the men of distant lands deem me worthless.
Dear God,
Teach your children to be kind,
My skin burns from their vengeful whips.
xerez bridglall
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xerez bridglall  Toronto,Canada
(Toronto,Canada)   
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