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#198601voted by our readers
By perezh01 BRONZE
Ennis, Texas

We are rebuilding We are still rising We are equal In all of the cultures and the doubtfulness people stand before man It may always be this way, but we pray for change instead...
perezh01 BRONZE, Ennis, Texas
1 article 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
"In a parallel universe the stars would twinkle with the blink of an eye."


#198602 Poetry
undeniable BRONZE, Birmingham, Alabama
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
#198603 Poetry
By Katie Durre BRONZE
Springfield, Illinois
Katie Durre BRONZE, Springfield, Illinois
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#198604 Poetry
By MangaArtist BRONZE
Espanola, New Mexico
MangaArtist BRONZE, Espanola, New Mexico
3 articles 0 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
"All you need is ignorance and confidence and the success is sure." ~ Mark Twain.

#198605 Poetry
By Ice_Queen PLATINUM
Peoria, Arizona
Ice_Queen PLATINUM, Peoria, Arizona
49 articles 7 photos 13 comments

Favorite Quote:
Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.<br /> -Emily Dickinson

#198606 Poetry
By ignorance_is_bliss PLATINUM
Memphis, Tennessee
ignorance_is_bliss PLATINUM, Memphis, Tennessee
27 articles 0 photos 45 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;This is what it is, this is who I am<br /> This is where I finally take my stand<br /> I didn&#039;t wanna fall but I about to crawl<br /> I met the one with two scarred hands&quot;<br /> <br /> -Newsboys, Born Again

#198607 Poetry
By Anonymous
#198608 Poetry
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#198609 Poetry
By melodeess GOLD
Edison, New Jersey
melodeess GOLD, Edison, New Jersey
18 articles 0 photos 50 comments
#198610 Poetry
By jennybear16 SILVER
Gibraltar Road, Michigan
jennybear16 SILVER, Gibraltar Road, Michigan
6 articles 42 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
Blind eyes can look at me and see the truth<br /> Remember when getting high meant swinging on a swing at the playground, and the worse thing you could get from boys was the cooties. Mom was your hero, your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were who ran the fastest, war was a card game and the only drug you knew was cough medicine. The only thing you would ever smoke were the tires on your bike. The only thing that hurt was the skinned knee, and the only things that could break were your toys. Life was simple and care free, and yet all we would think about was GROWING UP