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Jun 2014
I was stuck by the glares of fearing eyes
I handED my life to an illusion that white supremacy is right,
being a white female with blonde hair was BEAUTY,
I allowed the cold judgement to affect my view of the color of my skin,
completely undress my worth,
I was oppressed, living in the valley of darkness,
this WORLD and its injustice is not my choosing
but it is to live as a victim.

Let freedom ring, let freedom ring.
Written by
Speak to me Laura
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