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My Kat

A Poem by Heather

The kat hop on the bred.cuz he wunt tu eat led.he burnd me cusin kedtil he found he was ded.then he leped on the bedand sedi lik the culor red.he shuk..

Dirty floor

A Poem by Heather

Our floor this morning!

Ida B. Wells

A Poem by Heather

born into a dark cavern of slavery, surrounded by shadows of doubtwarping hertwisting hermarching through the black night, a brilliant light that noth..