mama and papa told me to pack my bags. a piece of trash, they called me. i felt hopeless, even with my tattoo on my forearm. i was supposed to feel powerful. but i didn't.
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Poetry- a compilation of slam poetry/ narrative poetry about the labels we put on ourselves and others, internal contracts, hardships, and difficulties. however, we will overcome and defeat because everyone that said we couldn't, were wrong. we just have...
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mama and papa told me to pack my bags. a piece of trash, they called me. i felt hopeless, even with my tattoo on my forearm. i was supposed to feel powerful. but i didn't.
