Sweet Dove! the softest, steadiest plume,
In all the sunbright sky,
Brightening in ever-changeful bloom
As breezes change on high; -
Sweet Leaf! the pledge of peace and mirth,
"Long sought, and lately won,"
Blessed increase of reviving Earth,
When first it felt the Sun; -
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Why do you think you're better
If your culture is not the same?
Yes, maybe you seem different
But deep inside all are the same.
Why do they think they're better?
If one is black and one is white,
If one is man and one is woman.
They are the same, that is their right.
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For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love,
Or chide my palsy, or my gout,
My five grey hairs, or ruin'd fortune flout,
With wealth your state, your mind with arts improve,
Take you a course, get you a place,
Observe his Honour, or his Grace,
Or the King's real, or his stamped face
Contemplate, what you will, approve,
So you will let me love.
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I am enough…
So when you walk stand up straight.. because if u have a hunch in your back it’ll make your words harder to pronounciate
I AM ENOUGH…
So it's okay to feel vulnerable in places where you are weakened.. have you heard blacker the berry sweeter the juice..well women that come in my condition always keep the Kool-aid sweetened.
I AM ENOUGH…
Even when you find the words to say that you're not.. be confident in your beauty your 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 you're a sight that cannot be unsought.. and I know I know you're contradicting this thought but that's just because your me.. but I'm also telling you everything there NOT.
I AM ENOUGH.
Moral of the story sis.. its always been me and you I know I'm just the voice you hear that gets you through and through but I want you to know I'm here for you. you are that lotus that blooms
You are not the sun but you dwell on top of the moon
You are the sea. you are the seashells that float onto the shore from the waves Dupree.
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I find no peace, and all my war is done.
I fear and hope. I burn and freeze like ice.
I fly above the wind, yet can I not arise;
And nought I have, and all the world I season.
That loseth nor locketh holdeth me in prison
And holdeth me not--yet can I scape no wise--
Nor letteth me live nor die at my device,
And yet of death it giveth me occasion.
Without eyen I see, and without tongue I plain.
I desire to perish, and yet I ask health.
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There is something in the air tonight
The shine of the bright light
The chatter of the busy voice
A reflection of the moon in the calm river
To behold such a turbulent yet wonderful sight
There is something in the air tonight
I feel the beating in my chest
Despite the noise around me
I hear your words in my head
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How careful is the craft of conscience?
Which wields the sword of sorry,
That strikes the heels of discord,
And visits the home of the elusive.
Healing the rifts of former days
Respect is now paid,
As healing is sought
And time is bought.
Now, a conscience at ease
Grudges now cease.
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Under The Bridge In Del Rio, Texas USA
Under the bridge in Del Rio are stopped, stuck, stationed
Thousands of migrant Haitians, not Ukrainians
Frankly, if they were the latter, they wouldn’t be sanctioned
Detained, abased, mistreated and deported like Haitians
Like herds of cattle to detention centers in Mexico or in their Homeland
It’s asinine, sad, odious, and repugnant to see the barbaric treatments
And humiliations inflicted on them by the Border Patrol agents
Who themselves are descendants of poor and once desperate migrants
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Under The Bridge In Del Rio, Texas USA
Under the bridge in Del Rio are stopped, stuck, stationed
Thousands of migrant Haitians, not Ukrainians
Frankly, if they were the latter, they wouldn’t be sanctioned
Detained, abased, mistreated and deported like Haitians
Like herds of cattle to detention centers in Mexico or in their Homeland
It’s asinine, sad, odious, and repugnant to see the barbaric treatments
And humiliations inflicted on them by the Border Patrol agents
Who themselves are descendants of poor and once desperate migrants
Migrants, like all of us, are simply seeking a better life on a different land
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Sob A Ponte Del Rio, Texas, EUA.
Sob a ponte Del Rio eles estão parados, presos, estacionados
Milhares de imigrantes Haitianos, não Ucranianos
Francamente, se fossem os últimos, não seriam penalizados
Detidos, humilhados, maltratados e deportados como Haitianos
Como rebanhos de gado para centros de detenção no México ou em sua terra natal
É estúpido, triste, odioso e nojento ver os tratamentos bárbaros
E as humilhações infligidas a eles pelos agentes da Patrulha de Fronteira
Que são descendentes de migrantes pobres e antes desesperados
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