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My skin color Doesn't make me free You can't assume because Someone looks white They are treated equally Being white doesn't Make me privileged I worked hard to get To where I am I am not as "white" as I look I am Hispanic Which means that Behind the scenes my Family is not as Well put together As we may look My parents are divorced We're not poor but They're struggling to Get their kids a college education I am a female I didn't always have the Rights I do now For many years My kind couldn't vote For many years Women were forced Into a gender role Being a female Doesn't mean I'm weak I am not straight But also not a lesbian Until this year I didn't have the luxury of Getting married to Who I wanted where I wanted People still don't understand They think I'm confused I can pray it away You know what Not even your Backhanded religion Can save me I am not even Safe in my own mind There is a Constant war My depression and anxiety Is eating away at me You look at me You see white My people We have Always had to fight
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Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 11:46 PM UTC
Freedom
My skin color Doesn't make me free You can't assume because Someone looks white They are treated equally Being white doesn't Make me privileged I worked hard to get To where I am I am not as "white" as I look I am Hispanic Which means that Behind the scenes my Family is not as Well put together As we may look My parents are divorced We're not poor but They're struggling to Get their kids a college education I am a female I didn't always have the Rights I do now For many years My kind couldn't vote For many years Women were forced Into a gender role Being a female Doesn't mean I'm weak I am not straight But also not a lesbian Until this year I didn't have the luxury of Getting married to Who I wanted where I wanted People still don't understand They think I'm confused I can pray it away You know what Not even your Backhanded religion Can save me I am not even Safe in my own mind There is a Constant war My depression and anxiety Is eating away at me You look at me You see white My people We have Always had to fight
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desert-rose
American
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 11:46 PM UTC
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