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You are not here to be a battering ram
for rage that was never borne of you.

Your black skin, brown skin, nappy hair, jew-fro or your
vagina do not make you fair game and do not let anyone tell
you otherwise but rage, rage against that dying of your light.

You are magnificence, you with your fat ass,
skinny legs, wrong nose, flat chest and all.

A home for your soul. Nothing more, but nothing less and
inside quivers a soul that once knew how to fly and can again
and I promise you that with every breath I breathe.

Rise. Rise and shine, my darling.
We need you now more than ever.

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