Raising My Voice Against Racism
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I was in 6th grade, and was walking home after I’d gotten off the school bus. Up the street, I spotted an old White man lying on the sidewalk in ragged clothes and soiled towels. He looked at me while I tried to look away. “Hey, you.” What? Why am I the target? I looked […]
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Poetry Brought Out the Performer in Me
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When I was younger, I had no real creative outlets. I couldn’t dance to save my life, I could sing okay, but not well enough, and any sports that required physical contact were out of the question. But I always loved reading and writing. When I was little and got lonely, books were always there […]
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