Too much expectation.
I stumble at the sight of myself;
Insecurity screeches in my face – hurts.
The drain drinks my forgotten tears I shed, 133 more words
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What would I tell my four-year-old daughter about Nelson Mandela, in a time when she lives in a country where we have an African-American President? What would I tell her, when she lives in a country where she has the responsibility as a citizen to live in a diverse community, practice tolerance and engage with people different from herself? 1,321 more words
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The sun had finally risen from its cloudy bed, appearing as a golden comet lethargically floating through the ocean blue sky, eradicating the cold morning breeze from the Summer air, the remnants of the wind only visible in the gently swaying fields of golden brown wheat. 288 more words