Everyone is an artist in their own right
Some paint the world bright
And others add shades of
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Everyone is an artist in their own right
Some paint the world bright
And others add shades of
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I purchased a big box of crayons,
I hope in the neat, pointed rows
to discover the color of
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Who am I?
Who has planted in my mind
That to understand me
I must look back in time?
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The color of corn.
The color of grass growing and rivers running.
The color of Powhatans
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Are we there Yet?
Where are we now?
I suddenly feel like I have been awakened
from a long
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Earth was weary. Her head ached from the constant pollution causing a river of tears as thick ... [+]
The air is fresh now, and clean,
gone is the sultry, moody sky
that carried a veil of humidity
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Phlebas>Philidus>Philip
The
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The question I have heard over the is. How long must we as a people endure the oppression and ... [+]
Man of Many Sorrows, we cry out to you today
A cherished friend and brother has been taken
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On the block where I reside,Our community constantly ,changes and grows.
My neighbors and I,side
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I sat at my typewriter and I cut
open my fingertips. Testification
often called hemophilic
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This is not the America that I know nor is it the one that I dreamed for me
It began when you
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I am a man of great wealth. ... [+]
The Weaver weaves through their workshop among their prized quilts: one depicting pale-faced kings, another black-skinned warriors, another almond-eyed holy men, and many more quilts with many more ... [+]
With a pounding heart Brian rose up in bed, drenched in sweat like a drowning man gasping for air. Surrounded by darkness and immersed in memories, these nightmare images floated through his mind ... [+]