Transformation in the Making - Contemporary Poetry by Deidre Washington

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How the hurt flows from every being in my body. A sense of overwhelming empathy as I see the World in its state of destruction. No matter the name etched in gold . There seems no change. We allow these high paid prostitute politicians to speak our voice. But yet there are no true similarities between them and us. So are they really fighting for our injustice? Speaking up for our concerns? Do you go out and speak for yourself? Focusing on your part in Embrace your right. Take a stand.


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