Sometimes I just want to go outside and scream at the top of my lungs. Simply because the body isn’t big enough for the stuff inside sometimes. Plus, sound can be tactile. Make noise and you’ll touch somebody. Nobody knows who/where you are if you don’t make noise. Oh, and it’s fun.
Cierra_Leone
But how would I explain, the name, Cierra_Leone. That’s where my ancestors are from My ancestors were brought from the mother land, Forced to be slaves, And then freed to feel the raft of Jim crow, Segregated like my school cafeteria and then had to march for their civil rights and then had to dream far enough ahead to know that I would want to go to school, vote, play with who I want to, and be judged by the content of my character, in the land of the free. my ancestors did this for me. and that’s all you need to know.
This post is posted on Sunday 8 July 2012.
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