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After The Storm.
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"And I pick myself up
And I dust off the words
You tried to stick me with
'Cause I know words are words
Angry little vowels
And conscientious letters
Surrounded by derogatory question marks
And accusatory exclamations.
And at the end of the day
I remember words are power
(But only power if you believe them)
So I pick my vowels and my letters
And I stick myself with my own word:
Strong
I am Strong.."
-----Raven White
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Beneath The Scars
Maybe one day my talent will get me somewhere better in life.
Ah ,grief, I should not treat you like a homeless dog, who comes to the back door for a crust,for a meatless bone , I should trust you. I should coax you into the house and give you, your own corner,a worn mat to lie on, your own water dish . You think I don't know you've been living under my porch. You long for your real place to be readied before winter comes . You need your name, your collar and tag, you need the right to warn off intruders, to consider my house your own and me your person and yourself my own dog . A poem by Denise Levertov.
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THE BEAST'S OBSESSION
Another girl says from the opposite direction, snapping my attention to her.
They envy me. They all envy me. I won't judge them, because the truth is, I am beyond privileged compared to them. But woe unto them, this isn't as easy as they think it is. They have no idea what I have to do. But as I said, I also deem myself fortuitous irregardless of everything.
"There is absolutely nothing special about this whore!"
Shit!
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His To Marry
A gray wooden cabinet with a carefully polished surface lies under the window.
"I’ll leave you to settle in, good night worm," Shawn says closing the door behind him.
I walk to the bookshelf and run my hand through each book, and stop when I spot a collection of poems. I flip the pages until I stop at the poem Still I Rise by Maya Angelou. I have never been a fan of poems, but this one seems like it will do with the situation.
I finish reading the poem tears welling up on my face, feeling wonderful and new. I won't let this destroy me, I won't let Tay destroy me, I won't let another man destroy me again!
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Starting Again and Falling For Him
A Song With No End" she paused and recited from memory,
"when Whitman wrote, "I sing the body electric"
I know what he
meant
I know what he
wanted:
to be completely alive every moment
in spite of the inevitable.
we can't cheat death but we can make it
work so hard
that when it does take
us
it will have known a victory just as
perfect as
ours."
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Game of Hearts
I lie here awake but I’m not one to pray, everything’s changed but now I’m okay.
I’m rattled this time, can someone lift my chin, keep my head above water before I’m too deep in.
I’ve never had problems, where do I begin, but it’s not a problem because I’m just being human.’
I had always liked poetry and this particular one actually got to me because I felt I could relate to it in a weird kind of way.
“Poetry is light, poetry is love. That’s a poem written by an anonymous poet on i*******m. Pstar7….”
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Melanin Diaries: Perfectly Imperfect
Encouraging them to keep the faith in God and also in family.
After that, it was time for me to give the speech I'd spent hours preparing. I once again climbed the pulpit and started with a poem by Chinonso Chime titled "Immortal";
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there; I did not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
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Rain's Rebellion
There were no mythological women from the past who had overcome the oppression of men and their mighty fists who could possibly inspire the women to fight to protect their way of life so much as empowerment and a nice stipend for joining the military.
As she rounded the corner, White heard words that sounded like the lyrics to a patriotic song to her--or a dare. “You will never get me to talk!” That had to be Lightning, and the desperation in the young woman’s voice made White think Mother Jaguar was close to finding a breaking point. It seemed as if White’s timing was perfect, despite the alarm going off in her info tab that let her know President Violet had entered the building.
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Rejected for Her Curves, Claimed by the Blood Alpha
"The 'White Man'... he said we were a mistake. Are we?"
"We are the Beautiful Mistake, Hope," I said, walking toward them and kneeling in the snow. I took her hands in mine, ignoring the static that bit at my palms. "The West wants a world where nothing ever breaks. But if nothing breaks, nothing ever grows. We are the 'Too Much' energy that keeps the world from turning into a stone."
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The Poison of Regret
Bernice cried, "Mom and Dad are gone."
"It's impossible!" Dylan exploded in anger. He denied it as he rushed from room to room, shouting, "You're all just pretending! When I left, Mom and Dad were perfectly fine. How could they suddenly be gone?"
Bernice shook her head. "Why don't you believe me? Mom and Dad are truly gone. They were poisoned to death. The doctor said that they kept calling our names before they passed. We're not worthy of being their children."
Andrew and Sally were the best parents in the world and had devoted everything to Dylan and Bernice.
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Frequently Asked Questions
The book 'So You Want to Talk About Race' breaks down white privilege in a way that's eye-opening yet straightforward. It's not about guilt-tripping; it's about recognizing unearned advantages. White privilege means walking into a store without being followed, seeing people like you in media constantly, or not having your success chalked up to 'affirmative action.' The author, Ijeoma Oluo, uses everyday examples—like band-aids matching lighter skin tones or history classes centering white narratives—to show how systemic these perks are. She emphasizes that privilege isn't about individual wealth but about societal defaults favoring whiteness. It's the ability to ignore race because the system isn't rigged against you. The book also tackles how privilege intersects with other identities, like how a poor white person still benefits from racial privilege despite economic hardship. What sticks with me is her analogy: privilege is like riding an escalator while others climb stairs. You didn't build the escalator, but you're still moving faster.
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