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True.
i am
i am the color of dirt after the rain
i am the strength of a lion after being ripped from the womb
i am the confusion of a flower growing in a cave
i am the love of a child watching her parents being hung
i am the tenderness of a girl being beat for loving a woman
i am the anger of twelve men feeling the whip on a boat to the states
i am the speed of one of them running for his life
i am the justice that gives reparations to the Indians as well
i am not the majority
but i am what allows it to live
The next poster reads Neil Gaiman and enjoys it.
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[Technically, I'm not possible, I'm made of exceptions. ]
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