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Jan 2014
No longer do we have to walk by a restaurant, meant for a certain race.  We are able to eat anywhere we like; with foods of a unique taste.
No longer do we forcefully get sprayed upon, by waterholes from our Firemen.  They can now devote their attention, to the fires throughout the land.
No longer are we thrown in jail, for refusing to fight.  Remember, we are created equally, especially, in God's sight.
No longer do we have to get knocked down, from many hungry Police dogs.  Our ancestors chose to lay down their lives, so we could get better laws.
No longer do we have to hold our head down, not looking a person in the eye.  We refuse to accept defeat, but enjoy life before we die.
By, Sandra Juanita Nailing
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Sandra Juanita Nailing  United States
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