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Feb 08, 2005 08:13

I like to rant and say
that this country will be the death of me.
I look around and all
I see are faces staring back.
They are my own.
They are of color,
they have pigment,
they know languages I will never speak.
I walk down the hall easily
hearing three different languages.
We sit together on the bus
and never hold hands. We cry
into our pillows at night,
and never feel your hug.
We are no different.
We are the same. I look around me,
and all I see is my own face
staring back at me.
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