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Nov 2014
It wasn't us that cracked the whip of history, we were the licks of an imposter.
We were the shame,
and the honest savior.
For us,
Self pity doesn't exist,
Guilt is a motif of our race.
I talk about race constantly. Everyday in history class. It's makes me feel like a target, all of the shame and guilt and pain is put on me, personally it makes me uncomfortable knowing that I am part of something that is the complete opposite of myself. I will never understand the pain of the past, but I can sill give my sympathy.
Maddie Renee
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   Matthew Harlovic
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