I deal drugs. I'm less than you. I'm illegal. I'm not allowed to live in a nice home. I shouldn't be in the United States. There is a border holding my people back. Water dripping off our backs, soaking wet, Dieing of thirst, Dieing of hunger. I'm a color that is neither white or black.
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Yes you are Celia and much better at it then those you speak of. Phil
Beautiful and meaningful... tells a lot about how people judge by a glance, a glimpse, ... my kingdom for a soul? or my kingdom for a new face? * *