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Let me be proud

I am black and I am proud my hair is kinky and I am proud the melaninΒ in my skin cannot be erased and I am proud I don't care if my blood is mixed with a different race because I am proud. I would not bleach my skin to follow your Trend because of my black I am proud. There is no bullet noose or false truce that can make me afraid to say I am proud. My black does not make me subhuman. I am not an automatic threat because I am black I do not have a bull's-eye on my back. For Gods sake of my black LET ME BE PROUD! Extinguish the blacks, extinguish the nation. We fall together there's no celebration so LET ME BE PROUD! Stop accusing me of being your demons got all my families in America grieving. Got us here to fill in your slack No matter how hard you fight, no matter how many knives this system puts in my back I AM PROUD TO BE BLACK. So let me be proud.

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Richard Waters

Welcome to Cosmofunnel !

This is a heartfelt demonstration of your convictions outlined in an impressive well thought-out manner.

Looking forward to reading more from you.

Best wishes. Β :)

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Tony Taylor

Hey Latiesha!!.....could feel the passion and the conviction in this piece...... Love the way you used repetition to drive home your point here!!.....ALL STARS!!...... well done..... and.....WELCOME to COSMO!!......T xo.Β  ?

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