The PictureA Poem by luciddreamerA glimpse of me...maybe?I'm a girl who pulled herself up from the projects To queen of her trailer park Baby on her hip, cigarette on her lip full of dreams, void of hate Yea, my parents often wondered what happend to me I don't think the black man is out to get me or the mexican is taking my job And I certainly don't believe my step daughter is going to hell for loving another human being I believe in equality That's ignorant, my daddy said But I would secretly listen to King I would study Ghandi I would read Frost and Emily And I would leave my family Who had in their treasured family album A portrait Of the black soul hanging from the tree
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Added on August 27, 2010Last Updated on August 27, 2010 AuthorluciddreamerCarrollton, GAAboutFirst they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you, then you win....Gandhi more..Writing
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