Some Thoughts From The Melanin People
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I wrote this while I was in 8th grade of middle school and must I say I had to stand up for myself a lot. Because I'm a black girl I was seen as a threat to others and that I didn't deserve the same freedoms and rights as others. All of this is happening while I'm in middle school but this was a poetry assignment that I did for my ELA class. I believe I was thirteen at the time but as I kept this, I read it every once and a while. Now it's time I share it with you. I hope you like it and understand what I was trying to say plus express.
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