Pride
to me it means sacrifice from our elders
riots from the past
civil fought policies
for the freedom of us today.
never forget your past and
fight on sisters and brothers
cause the war rages on
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Salad Days
PoetrySad poems from sad and angry times. Written from a juvenile time (14 years old) to older. That's what you get when you leave a teen to ponder reality. A pen hits reality harder than high school survival. Original Art from Vivianne Rheaume
