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Too full to let us breath,
The bus stops at checkpoint,
Only one luggage allowed,
Life is what each of us carried.
I was pointed to step down,
Promised I will be safer,
Offered better options,
As I am considered to be white.
I said no to the offer,
I am better off with others,
I am only half white anyways,
The black soldier got angry.
We were all running for life,
Our homes were ruined,
Relatives lost in mist of guns,
No where safe and trust was lost.
I am so scared now than ever,
I don’t have identity with any group,
My fate is no longer in my hands,
Tears refused to come out anymore.
Why should we judge by color?
I don’t carry one of them but both,
Now where is my group?
The world is beyond black and white now.
Horror filled my heart when I woke up,
Realized it was all just a bad dream.
A bad dream I wish never become a reality,
A dream I don’t want to even dream it again.
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Angela S. Damas
The influence of my own life and conditions I grew up in and grew to see others in has pushed me to not leave my community to somebody else. Instead I will take the first step of initiative. It takes one step to be able to have the second step, and third ...
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GREAT CONTRIBUTION Tasnim Jannat | Sep 6th, 2007
Thanks Angela for writing such a meaningful poem.
Best luck.
Tasnim
Safi Frank Richard | Aug 10th, 2008
Angela sap sister,
I real liked your poem it is very meaningful and i would like to use parts of your poem in our website www.gyopen.org and if possiple pay a visit to our web and make comments and even to become a member
Thank in Angela
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