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White Houses Comments

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Your door is shut against my tightened face,
And I am sharp as steel with discontent;
But I possess the courage and the grace
To bear my anger proudly and unbent.
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Claude McKay
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Sylva Portoian 04 November 2011

Sylva Portoian (11/4/2011 3: 39: 00 PM) Please read this poem It respires from Black Skin But from a real White Heart Forwarded to The White House Those who respect the Criminals And neglect Innocent races Who Can't possess guns And never like to kill... Who can't protect them selves From Scavengers Those slayers have countless Hidden scimitars...

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Sylva Portoian 04 November 2011

In another place The heading says 'The White House'

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Sylva Portoian 04 November 2011

This is one of the best English poems That inspired me to write... Why it is ignored on this site..? No comments No Cry... No praise I can't understand, why...! I say to Claude, ' Don't keep Your heart Inviolate The people neglect your pure heart They vote for others Who said to be famous But after I read your stanzas I felt readers are unfair Lost sense To understand your mind...!

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