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My hair is covered, my intellect is not. My feet are covered, yet I'm still going places. My ears are covered, my hearing is not. My back is covered, yet I'm still standing. You've imprisoned my tongue, my words will never surrender. You've imprisoned yourself, yet I'm still trying to set you free.
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May 8, 2021
May 8, 2021 at 6:52 AM UTC
Dear oppressor
My hair is covered, my intellect is not. My feet are covered, yet I'm still going places. My ears are covered, my hearing is not. My back is covered, yet I'm still standing. You've imprisoned my tongue, my words will never surrender. You've imprisoned yourself, yet I'm still trying to set you free.
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May 8, 2021
May 8, 2021 at 6:52 AM UTC
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