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Introspection

INTROSPECTION Is it the color of my skin that retards us? Is it me not knowing my maternal great grandfather Lenny that makes us retards? Is it the Irish blood that flowed through the veins of my maternal great grandmother Emma that cause us disturbance? It is this heritage that will destroy. I am the epitome of all that has transgressed. I am the pillar of the pallor I see as your skin. Is it the origin that I am from... Native to this country where I am born? Why are you staring at me so hard? Is it my vernacular you want to disregard? Does it seem as if I am to strong? It is this voice that defeats all wrongs. I am the aftermath that never was. I am the history that will not be told. Never mind, that means not anything. A change will be seen. __________________________________________| Written September 01, 2015!

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Michael Tor

Date: 9/6/2015 11:50:00 PM

Verlena these are feelings that only you have to experience to truly know. Society is not fair. We are sometimes victims not by choice of what others have done. Here there is triumph to oneself. Not accepting peoples prejudices. Standing up and overcoming the ignorant stereotypes. Excellent Write and truth. Exceptional thoughts penned here.

Verlena S. Walker
Date: 9/11/2015 5:12:00 AM

Thanks Micheal for your awesome response. Verlena

Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser

Date: 9/3/2015 10:04:00 AM

Powerful and you are always speaking with authority Verlena!!!~Olive ELoisa Blessings.. :D!

Verlena S. Walker
Date: 9/5/2015 2:22:00 AM

Thanks Olive for your awesome response. Verlena