My tongue is cursed
My tongue is life
My tongue is a bandage
My tongue is a knife
My tongue is what fuels the hearts of so many
My tongue is what causes me to wear my heart heavy
My tongue teaches others to fight for their rights
My tongue is the reason I fear for my life
My tongue is a curse
And it is my birthright
My tongue is the day
My tongue is the night
My tongue is my ancestors
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About the Creator
Adib Thomas
I'm 13, Iranian and African American. I would like to be in a world where there is no prejudice, sexism, or racism, more love, less poverty, safe for black people, people of color, and women of all shapes and sizes.
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